Snippet – poetry

I saw her again today. The young woman of India-Indian descent. And, I think, her dad – or someone she knows. He has a gentle smile and looks fragile. I’d been thinking of doing a poem with a common last line thread of “By the Grace of God go I”.

Might as well start it.

I think I’ll call this one “By the Grace of God Go I”

I’m standing at the corner

And there’s a girl over yonder

Who’s talking to herself, occasionally a laugh, not a holler

A woman next to me

Decides to talk of what she sees

As the potential lowering down of the neighbourhood

I wonder what she would


If she knew I was also mentally ill?

But she can’t tell, because I present well

Waiting for the Eastbound bus like her, standing still?

I look again across at the girl over yonder

And I ponder

By the Grace of God Go I…

My story, “Through Dreams She Moves”, has been longlisted for The Carter V Cooper/Exile $15,000 Short Fiction Competition!

From the website/FB page:- The Long List for our fifth annual Carter V Cooper $15,000 Short Fiction Competition (in no particular order) – we see some familiar names from previous years, and many new ones: Jane Eaton Hamilton “The Night SS Sloan Undid His Shirt” Nicholas Ruddock “Mario Vargas Llosa” Josip Novakovich “Dunavski Pirat” Leon Rooke “Sara Mago et al” Hugh Graham “After Me” Linda Rogers van Krugel “Raging Breath and Furious Mothers” Darlene Madott “Pick Up the Sticks” Priscila Uppal “Bed Rail Entrapment Risk Notification Guide” Bruce Meyer “Tilting” Christine Miscione “Spring” Lisa Foad “How To Feel Good” Veronica Gaylie “Tom, Dick, and Harry” Tonya Liburd “Through Dreams She Moves” Samantha Bernstein “Fall, 1980” Mary Lou Dickinson “Oh, the Stars!” Maggie Dwyer “Chihuahua” Bart Campbell “Slim And The Hangman” Christopher Adamson “A Night In Bui Vien” Erin Soros “Fallen” Leah Jane Esau “Dream Home” Lisa Pike “Stellas” Bianca Lacoseljac “To Live Out A Dream”

This year’s judges were Norman Snider, screenwriter and essayist; Frances Mary Morrison, senior television producer, documentaries; Jerry Tutunjian, executive magazine editor; Matt Shaw, short story writer and copy editor. Short List in about one week…

(EDIT:-Fixed their typo on my story title. Eh…)

Postscript to Darkness 6, containing my story “The Ace of Knives”, is now ready to order!

From Sean Moreland, Editor, Postscripts to Darkness 6:-

We are thrilled to announce that Postscripts to Darkness – PstD Volume 6 is now available for order! Please check out our store page and buy a copy of this, our most fabulous volume yet, featuring an unforgettable cover by MANDEM Moco Steinman-Arendsee poetry by Sandra Kasturi and fiction by writers including Robin Riopelle, Kate Heartfield, Nicole Cushing, Silvia Moreno-Garcia, Bruce Meyer, Tonya Liburd, Lisa de Nikolits and many more…. Not to mention fantastic interior illustrations by artists including Mark RE Slater, James Greatrex, Robert Thompson, Alyssa Cooper, Marina Belvin and more! A bargain at $18 including all S/H anywhere in Canada, USA, UK, Western Europe or Australia! Buy one now!

(It says “5”, but it shows the current anthology volume on the page, don’t worry!)


Whether they applaud or critique Graham’s corporal punishment, most black people debating the issue acknowledge that the desperate public beating came from centuries of black parents knowing they have to discipline their children harshly, or else white society will do it for them – and they may not survive it. – “The hideous white hypocrisy behind the Baltimore ‘Hero Mom’ hype: How clueless media applause excuses police brutality” by Joan Walsh,


Get through a draft as quickly as possible. Hard to know the shape of a thing till you have a draft. Literally, when I wrote the last page of my first draft of Lincoln’s Melancholy I thought, ‘Oh shit, now I get the shape of this.’ But I had wasted years, literally years, writing and re-writing the first third to first half. The old writer’s rule applies: Have the courage to write badly. – Joshua Wolf shenk


Occurred to me walking home; two jogging people passed me. One said “follow me” and rabbit chasers or something else on the back of his red shirt.


It wasn’t until I’d heard a body collapsing behind me that I’d turned.
I swore.
I thought I’d had my mental influence under wraps; she’d got caught in up in it in my passing.
My determined, dogged aim to just simply jog must have snagged her, sitting by a park bench. Her overweight body, unsuited for the exertion even in her warm, conservative manner of dress, her face and skin red from the unhealthy exertion, gasped on the cobbled path in a most alarming manner. Others had already gathered around her.
I removed my hood, and approached the group, seeing how I could help.