flash fiction


"The Continental Bedsit", Monkey Bicycle, June 2005

The lowlands are surrounded by a sea of loose paper, which swells and seethes unpredictably across a wide uninhabitable area. Not To Do Lists slosh and slide in apophatic pools. Stasis is merely the beginning: you moved too soon. Notes On Technical Dismantlement slip away from photocopied refutations. Negation then, is the melancholic spirit that leads one to the other land masses.

"Divide and Conquer", Pindeldyboz, VOLUME 19, NUM. 4, SUMMER EDITION, July 2005 

     Boris: butcher.
I watch his knife twinkle, his eyes gleam like jellyfish beneath a compass as blade meets slab, the flesh aroused, divided, gaping.

    The merry butcher says there's no future in it.
    "All I do is split asunder."
 

Imaginary Book Review Competition, 2003. 

Receiving special mention for submitting 'the strangest entry' to a strange literary competition is probably a compliment., right? If, like me, you're not quite sure, try reading the offending entry here:

Apologies for this unsolicited correspondence, but I should warn you that my review of your debut novella Tapping, Tapping, Jumping is due to be published in the next issue of Les Margins, the postmodernist literary review. (I have included the text of my review in a footnote to this letter.)
http://www.themodernword.com/contests/001_tapping.html