B. Morris Allen

Conscious or unconscious, realistic or fantastic, we all have goals of one kind or another. My goals as a writer have always been fairly understated,...

During this Covid-19 pandemic, songwriter Carrie Newcomer has been singing a song every night from her living room. I was inspired by that to try...

Since my writing career is so neatly encapsulated by the 2010s, I thought I'd take a look at some more detailed statistics. Note that the...

Words from an Absent Willow An overview of my literary endeavours in the 2010s. Tl;dr: I got published I started to take writing seriously and...

As a writer The year's not over yet! But while I've got some things in train, none seem likely to publish before next year, so...

It’s Saturday. A day for sleeping in, for pretending I’ve successfully played sick and avoided school, for luxuriating in having nothing to do. The sun...

“He needs to have fun.” The guildmaster put his hand lovingly on the back of a pudgy adolescent boy about my age. “I want him...

“I’m sorry,” she said at last. She had been staring out the window – a ‘phore’, they called it here – watching starbirds hover in...