The droll of a bell

It is like the sound of a bell, droll. Serious in intention but then permeating through a deep set of undulations that tickle, just a little bit. Bells can be used in emergencies. Church bells ringing to bring a town to order, alarm bells, phone bells. Sometimes it is bad being droll in an emergency….

I once dreamt I had a surface

Here comes And. Or there goes And, depending where you stand. Assuming you stand. My phone will tell me if And has a gender today. And is part of a minority who usually choose to identify as male. Blip. There we go, and his phone will have alerted him to the fact I am simply ‘If’. Like…

Start the Emergency Proceedure

So this is my first stand-up performance. I feature on the Tuesday bill when expectations and ticket prices are lowered to allow new talent to be thrust in front of an audience plied with 2 for 1 drinks. I stare through the intimate gloom and remind myself to make sure to get the pace and…

The Machine That Knew Everything [excerpt]

Here’s an excerpt from a story I’m currently writing. It takes a few twists and turns from this fairly civilized opening to explore domestic violence and the trauma of ‘knowing’. Matted brushes press against grey membranes. Two round gaseous orbs resembling eyes suggest that alterity is endured. A wheezing comes through its little twisted voice…