Welcome, sleeping wanderer, to the peculiar seasons of the liminal spaces. Here you’ll find the things that fall between the cracks; too small to see, too obscure to measure.

The stories you discover may be your final gleaming, my thoughts written from dark daydreaming, whether they be random musings or flash fiction I’ve put together over the years.
You’ll find the work of others – interloping ne’er-do-wells – who’ll join us in eventide when the walls shrink and the shadows grow, and the clock by the bed speaks of the march of death; when the soughing wind in the eaves beckons you to prayer; when the frowning windows and moue of the door call…

So light your lamp and take a seat, settle in the gloaming and I’ll tell you what I’ve seen…