Prose

Works of fiction likely borrowed from life. Writers are thieves, and Ziggy is no different.

But there’s honour amongst thieves. The good ones anyway.

The shortlist

A few select pieces for a little late-night insomnia.

The best of the rest

Missed a beat? Find it here!

My Little Icarus

Hubris was your art; flight was your heart.

200 mg

A short story about a feeling… and the fog.

Sleep

I wrote this under a full moon in the orange sands of the desert. It’s funny how the feelings of the night fade but the memory of its beauty lingers on.