I wasn't up late enough to see the moon blush. Just a shadow tilting across her face. But there was a tawny owl crying over the Stratford Road traffic as I waited for the bus back from fade_2_blacks house.

My ghost-poem "Rainspeaking" is live at Strange Horizons today! And the podcast of September's poems can be heard
here. It gave me goosebumps to hear my ( Read more... )

I rarely sleep much before 4 am these days. One thing I do if I'm smoking on the balcony late at night is count the windows I can still see lighted across the estate. It doesn't help me sleep; it's probably just a benign manifestation of my OCD; but there's an obscure sense of comfort in knowing there are other folk still up ( Read more... )