Took me awhile, but I do tend to procrastinate a little more than I should about many things. Still the first of four books is now available to buy, actual real copies to hold in your grubby mitts will be out hopefully within the month. So check it out if you fancy by slapping the link below. Ant...
YOUR CONNECTION IS NOT PRIVATE…..
Right, well I use to have several different websites but decided it will be easier to slap them all together here under one darling little gem covered roof (I'm still working on them) still after the link for redirect was set up I clicked it and went straight to a fucking full screen warning that...
A Shallow finale…
I've never been a big fan of writing poetry that rhymes, but I thought I'd give it a go... plus all I have been posting is bloody shitty blog rants. A Shallow Finale With a blood curdling scream do I wake from my dream Trying not to embrace the darkness Clutching air to my chest do I lay...
My thoughts, and other animals.
Back again!! Been a couple of months, I’m not very good at being one of those daily bloggers, but then again you’d probably get tired of my shit within a day or two. No matter how I try, my writing can come across as….. preachy for want of a better word. Anyway! I’ve been hella busy rewriting my...
WORKING GRAVEYARD, POKEMON GO AND OTHER CREATURES.
So as the title says, I’m working a graveyard shift. I figured as I’m a night owl it would be an easy option to slide right on into. Wrong. My brain is currently at war with itself as the dawn creeps up, and my limbs scream a mantra of hate towards my soul. While I’ve always been active in my jobs...
A strange short story about a guy meeting Jesus in a bar…
I found this short I wrote years ago while combing through the sludge of my external hard drive, totally forgot I wrote it as it's far too positive to have ever come from me, guess I wasn't always an old jaded writer. I was hesitant to post it, but figured screw it why not? if you can't throw out...
Where do you draw the line when you’re doing what you love?
So over the weekend I gathered my friends, we sat around a big roaring fire, the BBQ was sizzling steaks, beer and wine flowed as conversations were built like psychedelic construction workers building a new born city while on acid as chill music played behind us.... at least in my head anyway......

chris
Writer of somewhat dark/realist poetry, prose, and fiction. Sometimes goes under the pen name Draco. Born in Liverpool, England I grew up in Sydney, Australia and traveled the world many times. I now resides in Oregon, USA.