Writing
Your mark is a stain every reason is treason But our defences are strengthening and our heels dig deep like our values and beliefs. I see your protest and raise you, go all in with my tweets An eye for an eye, fence post for a fence post These days I grow razor wire instead […]
Read More Dig InLend me a vision to climb on Shout me some news to drink Stake a claim to a future that’s in clear sight Full beam ‘Cos the roads are more overgrown than ever in this enduring night.
Read More Full Beam DreamI have a new story published in Flash Fiction Magazine today. It’s something a little bit darker than I usually go for, which I really enjoyed (so I might do some more!)
Read More White Painted Walls – Flash Fiction MagazineI had a story published in Litro this week. It’s a semi-fictional piece based on an old Italian man I know. All reads are appreciated. https://www.litromagazine.com/end-your-weekend-with-a-collection-of-the-best-stories-litro-magazine-has-to-offer/a-cause-for-celebration/
Read More A CAUSE FOR CELEBRATION – Litro MagazineNick stares at pennies glimmering in the fountain by City Hall. Watches the shadows and sun mingle with water, a turquoise dream. They seem to beckon him, these neat metal circles with Lincoln’s face. People throw them in all the time, trying to fulfill wishes, so his sister Nan says. She says they wish for […] […]
Read More Desperate Cents by Yash Seyedbagheri — literally storiesBy Neal Crook During my morning meditationI notice cracksIn our recently repaired stone wallsSome hairlineOthers deeply etched What is the causeOur home precariously perched upon a hillSettling into complacencyPerhaps an angry door-slam I rummage through my tool boxSome recently acquiredA few in need of WD-40I apply spackleSand the roughness and paint Once againI achieve an […]
Read More CracksYesterday was the funeral of my brother’s wife who passed away last month. Her death was especially tragic as she had struggled to find her place in the world and was finally beginning to build a life here in the UK. I wrote this poem in her memory and in the hope that it gives […]
Read More Letter to the EditorI’d just like to say thank you to all the people who have visited my site recently. It’s been a tough couple of months for a number of reasons and every like and follow means a lot and encourages me to keep going. I’m busy working on a non-fiction submission about Dartmoor and have some […]
Read More A Thank YouThere is no rhyme or reason, life is changeable like the seasons. For we are all just stalks, swaying helplessly in the breeze, the wind our brutal master.
Read More Brutal WindsIf only you could have seen her, wrapped like fish and chips in a muslin cloth. If only you could have seen them, top of the division, the amphitheatre turned red with shirts and scarves. If only you could see my woodwork, fuelled by the memory of your steady arms as you pruned back the […]
Read More If Only You Could See Me Now