The website of writer and poet Daniel Bennett
My poem 'Field Party' features in the Green Fields anthology published by Maytree Press, available here. Field Party The sweet trace of fodderon the breeze, the acidof spilled cider. Occasional cars tearing up the air, like the invitesnone of us had received. I don't even remember a house. What signal set us heading outto ooze like summer starlings feeding … Continue reading Green Fields
Part of me always believed that the way we lived was too good to be true, so none of what is happening has come as a surprise. Maybe it's because I come from a family of pessimists. Maybe it's because I've started writing science fiction again, and so was prepared for the idea that the … Continue reading Notes on the Virus
Scenes From The Island features an electronic musician, Tudor, who moves into the apartment building at the centre of the novel's action, and becomes integral to the tragic direction of the story. As I'm a dangerous loner with too much time on my hands (aren't we all these days?) I've put together a playlist of … Continue reading Music From The Island
'The Ganzer Rain Forest on Melde was deep and wide; the faintest ghost of a breeze whispered among the colossal trees, slithered through the interlocked vines, and crept broken-backed over hook-edged grass. Drops of water slid painfully down and around the tangled foliage like exhausted runners of a maze, coming to rest at last in … Continue reading Ganzer Eggs
'For the past several years Asiatic cholera had shown a strong tendency to spread. Its source was the hot, moist swamps of the delta of the Ganges, where it bred in the mephitic air of that primeval island-jungle, among whose bamboo thickets the tiger crouches, where life of every sort flourishes in rankest abundance, and … Continue reading The Pestilence
I sat out my war in a series of back end stations, always behind the frontline, couched down away from missiles and drones. The days were long and filled with abortive chess moves, and the radios rarely worked. We raided local supplies for wine and cheeses, although these were poor products, lacking in bucolic artistry, … Continue reading My War
They were heading to the coastal town. Mitchell agreed to join them, which caused Hannah to shoot a look at him, which he couldn't quite read. She walked on the other side of Tudor, her hair wound up in a crimson scarf. A storm appeared to be boiling out over the sea: a refined silver … Continue reading Amazing Space
