Fiction

A common goodbye

I drifted in and out of sleep with her tossing and turning next to me in the early hours of the morning. I dreamt of her taking…

Late afternoon in Madrid

“Buenos dias.”

A 2024 love note

I want to delete my account and only follow you;

I want you to be my algorithm.

Sincerely,

up late, tired of scrolling

On the winds and love

It’s grey and drizzling and calm and thunder rumbles low in the distance and I love you just as I did when the winds were up and sun was shining and snow fell on Gorbals, and I love you just as I always will.

Drunk on a plane somewhere in space and time (over the North Atlantic)

To write about nothing is impossible.

The land the sea the sun the sky.

Life and death and birth and destruction.

32

January 6, 2024

This morning the crisp air is disturbed by the kiskadee song, a neighbour taking out the trash, a rooster crowing, a weed wacker off in the distance. Inside my father stirs and mutters to himself about this or that as he gets ready for work. This morning I am sober and…

A very small room

The room was small and well appointed and on the second floor. He would be there for at least a month, but he couldn’t be sure…

The birds

We lay there and alive all night and I didn’t know for how long, or what was the time, save for the birds that had just awoken. The light was dim but at some point the birds that had just awoken were singing. They began singing to the world, as they do all over the world just before dawn, and then I knew for…

On the dock

Poetry and prose

Am I as old as I think?

A mattress on the floor

A short story