My Greatest Hits! . No, not really, just stories I like and you might. 4 parts, rest in thread. Climate drama: Short mournful afterlife story: Sweet 1950s gay love story: 1/4.

With 2025 being, on multiple fronts, the worst year of my lifetime, it’s important to look for the little joys. Only T-Rex/Marc Bolan fans will understand why this pop-up warning from my Cambodian online bank warning against scams on the Telegram message app brought me SUCH JOY

What do you want to know?.

An infrequent reminder that I do have a life outside of writing. Here I am in the mountains of Uzbekistan, making the most of my 16 hour gap between flights.

Pleased as punch to be in this great journal with the LOVELIEST editors. In This Skin is built on my pessimistic certainty that a treatment to halt ageing will be invented- but only when I’m past 60. Scroll down & hunt for my voicy thought experiment of a story, then keep reading.

The new @goodlifelitmag is a smorgasbord of textual & visual gorgeousness. Not JUST cos it includes Solitary Creatures, a story I co-wrote with the blazingly talented @UnmutualCharlie (and took Editors Pick in the Honeybee Awards). I LOVE Good Life Review.

This time I'm not going into @gonelawn's past, but into its present, with this typically fine story from @emilyrinkema about a seemingly solid marriage wobbling after a bereavement. Full of crystalline language and understatement

Pick your own trail up James Diaz's glorious "Mountain", @gonelawn 35. You can hike it all in one go and let the words tumble over you. or go slow, phrase by phrase, and pause to take in a new perspective. "be howling" is my favourite on this read

In today’s dip into the @gonelawn time machine, three prickly interlinked stories from Bill Cook called “Jane, Janice & Jackie”. Hazy, stoned, bleak Americana told with anger and regret and pungent phrasing

My @gonelawn deep dive has led me to one of the titans of the field, Meg Pokrass. Two lovely micros - I love Extra Terrestrial the most, especially that wonderful plaintive understated last line

Today’s @gonelawn deep dive treasure is perhaps the simplest and the sharpest I have read. It gleams with the cold light of truth. It’s called Abused.

For today's dip into @gonelawn's of days past I went to number 1 and found this mind-bending corker, strannikov's "Your Local Wormhole Invites YOU" . Lines like "America, its wild wobblings and wildly varying chronometries" feel prophetic 15 years later.

And another offering from @gonelawn - a vivid, assured, beautifully composed tale of prophecy and poet, Joe P Squatch’s The Lapwing

I really feel I don’t need to read the story to work out this mystery.

This is such a lovely thing to say @CatcherSass and if I didn't say thank you at the time, let me say it now. This story remains one of my all-time favourites.

Is it embarrassing to RT when the author who most inspires me-@david_mitchell-got interested in how his novel Ghostwritten led me to Cambodia? Oh well. I met DM at his reading, told more of the story, and he told me to be pavlovian* in my writing. I've tried. *i looked it up too.

I also missed this! You may have realised that I am now in the middle of that most disgusting of all human activities, searching your own name on Twitter.

Oh I missed this at the time! This is me talking about my favourite subjects: writing, creativity, art, myself. If you are interested in any of those take a look.

"an abandoned building, gray and indignant". The Woods, by Kaitlyn Gaffney, in @gonelawn would be worth it for that phrase alone, but the whole story is a dense disassociated web of startling impressions. Check it out.

My favourite pearl I've found so far in my free diving in @gonelawn. An unsettling fantasia about Van Gogh, in which the narrator steps inside his already tortured life & makes it much, much worse. So bad, the house they're in winces. 10/10 work Levo Cain!.

Look who I stumbled on in todays dive into @gonelawn of days past: @TommyDeanWriter with two cracked gems. The Disease That Keeps Us Alive is a nightmare I cant untangle but can feel, while In High Places is a more intimate terror which made my heart race.

2 more gems from @gonelawn. What happens when the devices we surround ourselves with lose their minds? Worse, what if they aren’t crazy? And what if the prospect of being a parent terrifies because, like Schrodingers baby, we don’t know if its real or not?.