- Cover Versions -






All These Fake Artists
(a cover of Charles Bukowski)


Willie McTurk was online. He was trying to hook something up for later, hoping to get an arrangement in place before the next appointment was due. His web name was MuffMan ... click here to read more








Local Celebrity
(a cover of Anton Chekhov)


It was twelve o’clock at night. Wee Mikey Kavanagh, excited face and ruffled hair, flew into his parents’ flat and belted round all the rooms. His mam had only just followed his dad on into bed and was still awake ... click here to read more








The Self-Made Man
(a cover of Charles Baudelaire)


I had not moved from my bedroom in weeks or more, save for rushed necessities to the kitchen, the bathroom, but outwith those obligations every moment, waking and sleeping, was being spent gorging on the stack of books I had piled onto the bedside table and the desk ... click here to read more










fiction & essays
The Nightshift
In the end, it was probably right that the first job I got after uni was a nightshift – I hadn’t slept properly in months. Or longer. My old boy done nightshift his whole life
In The 25th Year Since
How Late It Was, How Late
Any specific memories of the first time I read How Late It Was have faded over time, but the one thing I know is that I read and re-read the opening of the book multiple times...
@thecommonbreath
the works in progress blog
'Holy buttons, sad but dignified'
by Bechaela Walker
She sat at the full-length streaky café window overlooking the carpark and thought of how empty the train had been—how did they keep running such services?
'Jamie' by Jim Gibson
There’s no one else to talk to so I might as well make the most of it. It’s a horrible thought but I can’t help thinking that his life is sort of like an animal’s