Simon GossA Liminal ManBorn towards the end of New Year’s Eve of 1963, I managed to save my mother’s blushes by not quite being a New Year’s Day baby. She would…Mar 30, 2021Mar 30, 2021
Simon GossThe EyeballHe’d been instructed quite clearly. One pig’s eyeball to be requested from Danny the Butcher (no, not Danny the Barber, his mother had…May 6, 2021May 6, 2021
Simon GossBlood PuddingIt was a nagging, wheedling cry. Insistent and needy, reaching down from the little blue boxroom, magnified by the hallway and into the…Aug 2, 2021Aug 2, 2021
Simon GossA Bacon SandwichHis mother doted on him, and rose early every weekday to prepare his bacon sandwich. It was the only way to start the day. Breakfast of…Jul 7, 2021Jul 7, 2021
Simon GossHam SaladI’ve got youuu under my skinnn. I’ve got youuu deep in the heart of meee.May 24, 2021May 24, 2021
InThe RiffbySimon GossI. Listen.If music be the food of love, is this the indigestion?Nov 11, 20214Nov 11, 20214
InAn Idea (by Ingenious Piece)bySimon GossThe Penultimate ChapterEmpty ChairsJul 20, 20213Jul 20, 20213
Simon GossElevensesI am a creature of habit. My working day begins at 8.00, after an hour in the the gym. I sit sweating at my desk for fifteen minutes…Apr 29, 2021Apr 29, 2021
