Observational Stories

A Carnival of Small Apocalypses These are poems for the hours after midnight, when the neon hums louder than reason and the world briefly forgets how to pretend. Inside these pages, goldfish learn theology from television screens. Ghosts linger in diners. Prophets miss their exits. Machines dream of salvation. The faithful wrestle with doubt, the doubtful wrestle with faith, and ordinary people carry the quiet weight of living through strange times. Part witness, part confession, part roadside sermon, these free verse spoken-word poems wander through forgotten towns, crowded headlines, broken promises, flickering screens, and the stubborn mysteries that refuse to leave us alone. Some are angry. Some are mournful. Some laugh in places they probably shouldn't. Together they form a carnival of small endings and unexpected beginnings-a collection of voices searching for meaning beneath neon skies, beneath static, beneath the noise. Step right up. The lights are already flickering. The ride has already begun.

A wickedly funny collection of razor-sharp witticisms, deadpan observations, and brutally honest life truths from Spes Semper-for anyone exhausted by modern life, difficult people, family chaos, social media madness, aging knees, workplace absurdity, and the general decline of common sense. Part survival guide, part social commentary, part elegant emotional support in book form, Semper Said It So You Don't Have To delivers clever, caustic humor with wisdom forged through experience, disappointment, and repeated exposure to humanity. Perfect for readers who love sophisticated sarcasm, dark humor, and laughing at the beautiful disaster that is adulthood.

Poems I wrote when I'm bored. Feel free to read and join me in my adolescent years 😆

I used to see him every day on the same platform. We never spoke. This is not a love story-just something I felt.

Some people remember things so nothing falls apart. Some people notice what needs doing before anyone asks. Some people carry responsibility so quietly it starts to feel like air. And some people do all of it - without ever agreeing to. I Didn't Agree to Be the One Who Remembers is a quiet, companionable book for anyone who has become the keeper of details, timing, emotional smoothing, and unspoken follow-ups - and isn't entirely sure how that happened. This is not a book about fixing, optimising, or improving your life. It doesn't offer advice, strategies, or conversations to have. Instead, it moves through the ordinary, slightly absurd moments of over-carrying - the things that don't get written down, the effort it takes to explain, the relief of staying silent, the strange tiredness that lingers even after rest. There are no villains here. No dramatic awakenings. No pressure to do anything differently. Just a steady noticing of how responsibility becomes automatic - and what it costs when it does. Written as a series of brief scenes and reflections, this book keeps you company rather than pulling you forward. It doesn't ask you to change. It simply names what's been there all along. For readers who sense that "doing everything" stopped being a choice somewhere along the way - and want recognition without obligation - this book offers a place to sit for a while. Nothing needs to happen next.

Idk. Just shit I've written. Dont like it? Leave. I should really point out some of this will be written out strings of thoughts i have, so they will get weird and terribly personal.

Get drunk on an over-worded observational short based on Tokyo Ghoul's white-haired Kaneki, told by a person who doesn't know what he was going through beyond that monotone façade.

Is a Steam room really a place to relax?, is a short humorous story that highlights one of the many undesirable realities of the modern day steam room experiences. With an inside experience from a local gym, a typical comical scenario addresses these issues. This is an informal and humours short story that anyone can relate too.

Odds at Ends is a collection of flash fiction and observations, based largely around my experiences growing up in Suburban Sydney.

Carrie is a lifelong shop girl, working in high end luxury boutiques for over 10 years. She shares her stories finding humor in most situations, in the process she discovers that for most people their purchases are a reflection of their insecurities more than their need.

I do not have a cover for this yet but here are a couple of drawings I made recently!

Standing on a balcony, watching countless windows glow in the night- each one holding a life, a story, a silence. A poem about the unseen worlds we pass every day.

This story is based on a real life event i saw at the beach one day and seemed to sum up a lot of stuff about being English - both good and bad! I hope you enjoy it , any comments are very welcome.

The people are left feeling according to their beliefs that everything allowed has been accomplished and that there is nowhere else to go or any way for birth to be procreated any longer, this is an excerptive rendition with references of accruing interest about those people's natural selection activity after they feel they have burnt through their leader's expense and actually feel remarkably rectified and freed.

A poem about my struggle being raised by an abusive parent(s). Rough-ish first attempt!

A collection of writings that I wrote while in prison. Each is a self-contained story, thought, or observation.

Based on time spent on the London Underground, ‘Streets’ is a long line, free verse response to C.K. Williams’ ‘On The Metro’.