It is not just a job!

Without doubt, a work in progress.

The things I have seen in the world under the world. If only you knew

Recaptured by eyes, green, like Brecon Slopes in Spring. Their love for me spent.

Summer's burnt away, Tom Waits on the stereo, that frog croak's blue warmth.

As a child I recall more than anything, the overlapping smells within Mrs. Brown’s hairdressing boutique, rollers wrapped in remnants of colour rinsed hair, an apothecary like collection of chemicals and unguents, perfumes and potions, tinctures and lotions. The combination of which was heightened, sharpened, made more piquant by the acidity of that bright boutique mirror-thrown light. To my wide, hedge-pig pinned in headlights eyes The women within were terribly old, lined, ancient and dread...

”Nemiah” – a Hesirion fragment. Two gliding shadows, hot to the touch as they caressed the salt-glass sand, mingled and fused with the cooler unmoving shade of a tall Levaan Palm. The tree’s twisting stems marked the edges of the spreading fingers of the great Inship Desert; sun burned fingers that had long ago begun to stretch and claw their way into the cooler, ocean quenched lands of the Dol-Haalat, and here, at the north-western edge of the land of Hirad. Dadengo, the sun, not quite halfw...

"Fynn" – a Hesirion fragment. Light glinted along the curved metal edge of the Khotai as it reached the zenith of its motion. The blade, two and a-half cubits in length and three fingers broad, seemed to hang there weightless in the thickening air. Until, after what seemed like an age, the Khotai, swung by the powerful arm of the Dhejenim warrior, was brought back down with such force that it would have severed the head of a bull. Fynn, debris scraping his eyes, felt the blade slash by and th...

Toxic Shopping (a fragment) "A Complicated Thing" 1. Int. Night. Indie Nightclub. Alex and Reebok are standing in a club (The Waterfront) watching their friend Kite's punk band play to an audience of students and indie kids... They stand, backs to the wall, bottles of beer in hand… They have to talk loudly over the music, occasionally leaning in close to make themselves heard... Reebok So... I hear she’s moving in... Alex Ahuh... Reebok ...and that's a good thing... or a bad thing? Alex MMMmm...

“Salamander Jack” – a fragment. There’s danger in this. Shit, there’s danger in everything now, but this is taking time. Time we made and can’t afford to lose. Y’see standing still’s a luxury these days. But here I am. Standing still. Still as the tall rock beneath my feet. And I’m splayed like an image I recall from gods know when, arms outstretched, spit coated hands reaching out to catch a movement. Eyes open but unseeing, rolled back. Trying to feel something stir the drying liquid there....