A story about dementia

Very pleased to have my story  The ‘D’ Word published in Meniscus Literary Journal Volume 5, Issue 2.

SOMEWHERE IS A NOTE I have written to myself about what I
should be doing next. It contains a general preamble followed by a set
of dot points. It all came to me after a long walk on the beach, and I
jotted it down with a pen and a piece of paper I found in my shoulder
bag. Maybe it was the cool breeze, maybe it was the vitamin D courtesy
of the sun, but whatever it was, the clarity was lovely—and somewhat
rare these days.

For the life of me, I can’t find this piece of paper with my brilliant
ideas. It’s lost, like me.

Read the rest in the Meniscus Literary Journal Volume 5 Issue 2, available free online CLICK HERE

I hate leaf blowers

Seriously, use a broom.

Read my fantasy revenge story here:

My next door neighbour has, a whipper snipper, a leaf blower, a chainsaw, a ride-on mower, and a shredder – well, he used to.

A True Story re-enACTED for you

Don’t you just hate it when you hit the cAPS LOCK KEY AND THE A KEY AT THE SAME TIME AND THE WORDS AND INGENIOUS IDEAS ARE FLOWING LIKE A VOLCANO THAT JUST DOESN’T THREATEN TO ERUPT, LIKE THAT DUD THING OVER IN BALI , BUT ACTUALLY BLOWS ITS WHOLE FREAKING TOP OFF AND GUSHES RED HOT VOCABULARY ALL OVER THE PLACE AND YOU DON’T NOTICE UNTIL YOU’VE FINISHED THE WHOLE DAMN SENTENCE BECAUSE YOU NEVER LEARNED TO TOUCH TYPE?