1351We apologise for the infestation. It is, sadly, incurableNewsImagesSoundWritingWrite every day.Posted by :admin On : June 27, 20140Category:WritingTags:poetry, SF, speculative fiction, writingWe came to your abandoned worldDrifting in long forgotten seas of nightA faded jewel on greying clothFrozen by a sun that diedWe found traces of what you’d beenFragments of your ages pastSilted layers of broken machinesAnd man-made mountainsMillennia beyond your timeEchoes of your civilisation still ring outRadio ghosts in staticNear immortal as they travel slow light yearsAcross an infinite distanceWe heard youA pattern amid background radiationA faint line of cohesion almost lost in white noiseWe followed your trail homeHoping to find fellow creatures of sentienceTo join us in our empty universeOf cold shadows and slowing starsAs infinity winds down to nothingnessWe alone move with volitionThe final winners against impossible oddsIn a game we joined too lateWe came to find a friend, an enemy, an ally, a lifeBut you failed to even survive yourselvesIt’s hard not to resent your self-destructionAs we alone wait for entropyA deck of cardsPosted by :admin On : May 11, 20140Category:Fragments, WritingIt sparked a vague sense of recognition. A greasy aura of magick clung to it, slippery in my grasp, familiar but unplaceable. I’d taken it from a steel drawer and it awoke at my touch. Across the room, you flinched away from it. I asked if it had been yours. It had not. You told me it felt wrong. You advised that I get rid of it and so I threw it away.Last night, drenched in the sweat of alcohol’s poison, I remembered it.It had been mine. My head buzzes. Remembering that past consumes a tiny part of the present I have so carefully constructed, but I pushed on, regardless.Read ‘Burning Stars’ in the Lovecraft eZinePosted by :admin On : February 25, 20140Category:News, WritingSlightly belated update here. My story ‘Burning Stars’ appears in the February 2014 edition, issue 29, of the Lovecraft eZine, one of my favourite purveyors of weird fiction.You can read it online for free, buy it for your Kindle or even order a print copy of the mag. There’s even an audio edition due out shortly.In the interim, here’s an excerpt:As the waking dreams grew more persistent, I became increasingly reclusive, unwilling to leave the studio flat I rented on the top floor of a converted house in Edmonton. The last time I’d been clubbing with friends, I’d spent the entire evening in a fugue state between sleep and wakefulness, dreaming of their abuse and exploitation and powerless to help them. It was only when I was shaken awake by the coming of dawn that I learned they had been evicted from the club without warning several hours before. Understandably, this did nothing to reassure me, particularly when I was unable to track either of them down in the days that followed.So I sat in my room and quietly ran my fingers up and d