Musings

it is almost impossible to make a living as an author unless you appeal to the masses

On destiny

I touch a redwood tree and as well as its velvety body it has a living, breathing warmth.

A short story of debauchery and murder - Jack the Ripper, reimagined.

the years behind me stack up and crowd and fight for attention like a matryoshka doll.

She had affected him the way that lavender made one drowsy. She, the unsuspecting beauty; he, the curt, appreciative observer. 

midsummer was unbridled sunlight. It was the sticky sweetness of June and the juice of a peach dripping down wrists and licked off of...

Manchester Art Fair returned to Manchester Central last weekend, showcasing some of the best art the North has to offer. Launched in...

Candide (ou l'optimiste) grows up in the baron's castle under the tutelage of the scholar Pangloss. While there, he falls in love with...

Thomas Ripley is given the opportunity to stay in sun-drenched Italy with its idyllic blue waters and dusted landscape, and he seizes it....