The website of writer and poet Daniel Bennett
My story 'The Coming of the Extroverts' will be published in the issue 294 of Interzone, coming out later this year. Very pleased to be involved with this excellent magazine as it moves to its new home, and equally pleased to be included with lots of other fabulous writers. I'm especially excited by this story, … Continue reading Interzone 294
After a long time cooped up at home, I managed to get out to a gallery this weekend and visited the Our Time On Earth exhibition at the Barbican. It's an immersive, inspiring experience, which offers a sense of potential for our damaged world and I'd recommend it to anyone with an interest in our … Continue reading Refuge for Resurgence
'Nothing changed in the labyrinth of stone. On Earth by this time the sun would have shifted quite a bit, but here the long lunar day held sway, [and] the sun seemed to keep hanging in the very same place, extinguishing the nearest stars, so that it was surrounded y a black void shot through … Continue reading Labyrinth of Stone
My story 'Vines' has been published by Interzone Digital. The idea for it first came to me about twenty years ago, when I lived in a flat in Brixton, near Brockwell Park. It took me a while, but I eventually found a way to convey some of the strangeness of those days. This is the … Continue reading Vines
‘The description of the law of the maze (which, it was asserted, he had known but also had not known) was simple enough now. It could be a description only if his own emotions concerning the maze; its forced ambiguities had bored him. Its specious and arbitrary manner and its generally meretricious effect had given … Continue reading The Law of the Maze
'They walked together for maybe a quarter kilometre. The bright LED signs beckoned. Brothels and shooting galleries, coffee bars and poetry clubs, casinos and show fights. The air smelled like piss and old food... They walked past a noodle bar. A coffin hotel. A public terminal, its display running a free newsfeed: COMMUNICATIONS PROBLEMS PLAGUE … Continue reading Poetry Clubs
'Tallan indicates I should take my seat again and sits down in a chair across from me. The waiter appears with a bottle of Heineken Supercrisp on a tray. Tallan is given something that looks like iced tea garnished with mint. Then the waiter steps back. He's barely out of sight when I feel the … Continue reading Mobile Island
My year so far has been caught up with sleep deprivation and illness, an inevitable Covid infection turning the last weeks into a zombie state of dead time, old cartoons and black-and-white films on Youtube. I can't believe half of 2022 has slipped away from me. The early months of the year had also seen … Continue reading Interzone Digital
'The code parlours, the tattoo parlours - all run by one-eyed poets sixty years old, loaded on Carmondy Rose bourbon - the storefront tailor operations and chop joints, their tiny show windows stuffed with animated designs like postage stamps or campaign badges from imaginary wars or bags of innocent coloured candy, were already crowded with … Continue reading Cheap and Tasteless
'The highway pushes onwards into the desert like a flat, grey cincture holding the dry, brown hills asunder. This was the road by which John Oxenshuer finally chose to make his escape. He had no particular destination in mind but was only seeking a parched place, a sandy place, a place where he could be … Continue reading A Parched Place
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