Bewildering Stories

Bewildering Stories

Here is the latest issue of Bewildering Stories magazine. As a member of the Review Panel and Poetry Editor I am proud of the service it provides for new and emerging writers. Check out an eclectic mix of prose and poetry from around the world in the Quarterly Review of a magazine that has provided a non stop relay of speculative prose and poetry for over ten years, in the great tradition of American pulp fiction!


No Flowers

A recent poem, written in haste after incidents in the summer of 2013. It seemed apt to find space for it after recent events in Nairobi. The pink-mist is inspired by descriptions of the aftermath of a direct hit on a human body. The saying, ‘no flowers without shit’ is a saying, common to many cultures, with subtle variations of syntax


No Flowers


There will be no atonement for these sins,


No blessings in any paradise,


Or leavening of troubled souls,


At three when hell presides,


And chunks of flesh rain down


Before the dust and pink mists rise.



‘No flowers without out shit’ he said


Strapping up,


As if martyrdom was just routine,


Something to do after breakfast.



‘Terrorist’ muttered through gritted teeth,


Infidels, name me as you wish,


Cavalier at the thought of death,


Utterly prepared for this-


‘Allahu Akbar !’




On the brink of oblivion.