Guileless Hands

  

A breeze has no purpose
no desires
and no needs
just a vaguely drifting impact
in the rustling of leaves

The waves have no meaning
no questions asked, no pleas
but the rocks that it crumbles
fill an endless sea

And a person has no focus
no matter what they say
just the endless march of action
surplus words
and thoughtless days

But through those abstract notions
those sundry grains of sand
a new world is emerging
from our ever guileless hands

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Crashed America Giveaway

  

As we’re edging ever closer to the one year anniversary of my first Indie release (Laikanist Times) I figured now would be a good time to, erm, give away something completely different. So for the next week (until March 3rd) Crashed America is available for absolutely nothing in epub and mobi formats. Yes for the bargain basement price of £0.00 you can grab yourself your very own slice of literary history. Quite a small slice I’ll grant you but still it’s better than a kick in the teeth.

The one small caveat is that you have to sign up to my newsletter so I can sell all of your details to a Chinese supplier of, what I’m reliably informed, is the most top grade Viagra this side of the Great Wall. Or alternatively I may just send you an e-mail once a month or so reminding you that I exist and letting you know if there’s anything new going on. Like a needy ex who just can’t stop themselves from drunkenly texting at 3am talking about the good ol’ days.

In fact it will almost certainly, positively, absolutely be the latter. Trust me, I wouldn’t know how to sell your details even if I didn’t love each and every one of you (baby, we can make it work, I’ve changed etc.) Plus you can always unsubscribe the second you’ve got your grubby hands on your freebie even if it will break my heart just that little bit more.

So fill out the form below, it’ll send you an e-mail, you hit the confirmation, it sends you to a page, you download a book and we’ll say no more about it eh?

When Joe sets off for those United States of America he has a whole list of plans, dreams, schemes and delusions to be lived out against an idealised Americana backdrop. Killing Jesus isn’t exactly among them but, as ever, life does its own thing. 

If a mobi or epub doesn’t work for you, prima donna that you are, then drop me a line via the Contact page with your preferred format and I’ll see what I can do. Be sure to sign up to the newsletter first though.

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Sonic BOOM

  

Every now and then a song comes up on shuffle to remind me that, once upon a time, I tried my hand at making some music. An entirely amateur attempt it basically boiled down to being obsessed with fiddling on a computer for a month or so. Although in a surprising blur of productivity it did yield up some things which, for nostalgia’s sake, I’m posting today…

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Unfinished Narrative

  

You feel yourself dying
step by step
but in the stasis
even death is life,
only death is life
a challenge to the ending
when the middle grows oblique
when the beginning is forgotten
and the story feels weak

The narative is endless though
despite what you might think
and the death that you are dying
is simply where you shrink

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