Little lights on the narrow path
linked together in one place.
See your profile in the shadows cast
never turning turn my face.

Shattered nothings falling fast
on a deafened ear.

Pressing flowers in an old book
catching moments that are lost.
Don’t you know that they’re dead though?
Death for beauty is the cost.

Crumpled under weighted page
in a heavy tomb.

Scattered seeds on the pathway
under swooping of the bird.
Blinded crying in the harsh sun
wishing only to be heard.

Bone broken on the hardened soil
cast upon the floor.

Weakened roots in the shallow ground
seeking purchase in the rock.
Affronted by an indifference
that kept hunger under lock.

Praying for receding tides
and pursuit of sun.

Tangled vines and the sharp thorns
clinging tightly in a web.
Blood pouring and the rust scars
joy of living in an ebb.

Bleeding until hearts run dry
before blinded eyes.

Aching cries in the black sky
only echoes here reply.
Screaming inward from an awful place
where any hope can only die.

Salvation is a lonely writ
in an oblique place.

Little lights on the narrow path
linked together in one place.
See your profile in the shadows cast
never turning turn my face.

Salvation is a lonely writ
in an oblique place.

Salvation is a lonely writ
in an oblique place.


National Library of Australia


I’m very excited to say that Tenebrae Manor, A Boy Named Art and The Will of the Wisp are now on record at the National Library of Australia. Feeling very proud to have my name within their collection of Australian works.


Seasons Greetings and Site Update

There in the blink of an eye goes 2018.

Let’s not even mention the fact we’ve only one more year left until another decade is over. Far out, where does time go? In regards to writing, after such a big 2017, this year has been a little quieter. I’ve been hampered by time restraints and also wanting to make sure I’m producing quality as well. Which brings me to the next point – after posting to this site every month for five years, I’m going to take a bit of a break moving into 2019. Not too sure at this stage when the next post will be, but when there’s something to say, you’ll hear me. I want to ensure the people who read my posts are getting quality, and at the moment I don’t have a lot to say. Needless to say I am still writing, and there will be new content in the future – when though? No idea.

The plan is to run my free book promotions for Tenebrae Manor and The Will of the Wisp from time to time, and should take this moment to remind you of A Boy Named Art which is also available on Amazon. So if you’re in the hunt for a good Christmas present, do check out my books!

Once more I read a stack of books this year, once more some good, some not so good, some SO good that make it to the metaphorical favourites shelf to be revisited for years to come.

  • My Name is Red (Orhan Pamuk) – a dreamy fable set in ancient Istanbul; part art history, part murder mystery. A long book but well worth the read.
  • Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance (Robert M. Pirsig) – a quasi-biography/self-help novel that weaved many great life tips with a heartwarming father-son holiday.
  • The Hollow Men (T.S. Eliot) – A bleak and evocative poem that still haunts me; Eliot’s poetry is unparalleled.
  • Waiting for Godot (Samuel Beckett) – some call this play boring. Those people are so wrong. This is a wonderfully funny work that I absolutely adore. Never has a story about nothing proven so interesting.
  • Nightwood (Djuna Barnes) – dense, poetic prose; a melancholic tone; characters troubled by their flaws – Nightwood is a masterpiece. Read it read it read it. I implore you.

All said and done 2018 has been a pretty good one for me – I turned 30 and got rather introspective about life, etc. I welcomed a new nephew into the family, and got to enjoy the wonders of watching a my crazy little toddler son grow bigger every day (he’s just turned 2…. bloody hell that went quick). And for those that have read this far, surprise – he’s got a sibling on the way.

Merry Christmas to you. Happy new year. You’ll hear from me again soon. After all, eternity is a frightfully long time to spend alone!

PSC xo.


Happy Halloween!

front cover definitive



Happy Halloween, creepy people! Hope you had a spooky time. Big thank you to everyone who participated in the Halloween giveaway of Tenebrae Manor and The Will of the Wisp. Enjoy your free book! As always, more promotions will be run in the future. How was your Halloween? Did you dress up? Here’s me as Robert Smith of The Cure;


Until next time!

Coal Coast Emporium

Copies of my books are available at the Coal Coast Emporium in Helensburgh – my home town!

Drop in for a large range of educational toys, books and gifts. Support local business!


9a Walker Street Helensburgh NSW