Mark Cantrell, Author

For an eclectic mix of science fiction,
fantasy and a touch of horror...


"Language is a virus from outer space."

William S Burroughs

So where does a journalist-turned-author go to sound off? Well, here's a pretty good start. This is where I hurl my missives out into the polluted meme-pool of human existence, hopefully to make a few ripples, if not an outright splash...

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BLOG: Don't Tell Porkies, It's National Honesty Day

Posted by Mark Cantrell on April 30, 2015 at 4:15 PM Comments comments (0)

 Would I lie to you?

APPARENTLY it's National Honesty Day – no, I've never heard of it either – so I guess it was in the spirit of truthfulness that a PR firm sent me their top ten list of porkies high street es...

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NEWS: Don't Get Scalded On The Artwork

Posted by Mark Cantrell on April 25, 2015 at 7:10 PM Comments comments (0)

'Glass' sculpture makes observers part of its shadow play

GLASS can be a stunning material, but when two artists wanted to create a sculpture that observers could interact with, becoming part of the display, the material was simply too unwieldy to sculpt and shape on such a scale.


That's especially true if your artwork i...

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POEM: Age Has No Meaning

Posted by Mark Cantrell on April 19, 2015 at 8:40 AM Comments comments (0)

Age Less

By Mark Cantrell


Old... old, you say?

You call me old,


Young sperm,

Still wet behind the flagellum,

Bathed still in the

Seminal fluid of a rise to blinking

Vapid, consciousness?

I shall tell you, tender shoot,

I am not old,

But ancient,

So ancient indeed that beyond

Time and measure

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BLOG: Yes, I Dabbled

Posted by Mark Cantrell on March 28, 2015 at 7:55 AM Comments comments (0)

Silas makes his Mark

Mark Cantrell Interviewed on The Dabbler

"When that first rush of inspiration gives me the idea for a new story has got to be the best part of it all. It really is a rush when...

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POEM: Bad Luck Vampire

Posted by Mark Cantrell on March 21, 2015 at 8:05 PM Comments comments (0)

Vampire Love

By Mark Cantrell

Love's a bitch

For Vampire Man,

Every time

He meets his Queen,

Cupid's Arrow

Stakes his heart,

Crumbling ...

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BLOG: Manchester Uncanny

Posted by Mark Cantrell on March 15, 2015 at 10:30 AM Comments comments (0)

Working in the Shadow of the Uncanny Valley

By Mark Cantrell


ONE thing that often strikes me about Manchester as I walk through the city centre is its almost 'London borough' vibe – and I don't mean that in a good way.

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POEM: A Shade Of Photo-Chemical Amnesiac

Posted by Mark Cantrell on March 7, 2015 at 1:55 PM Comments comments (0)

Photo Montage

By Mark Cantrell

Old photographs

Show moments of time frozen,

A window, from where faces of history

Can stare unknowing at the present.

Their time has gone.

Their ...

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POEM: Dressing Things Up

Posted by Mark Cantrell on February 26, 2015 at 9:40 AM Comments comments (0)

Cut From A Cloth Less Bland

By Mark Cantrell


Is ever so sartorial,

Don’t you think?

The way it’s worn cuts such a dash,

In the fine rush to catch



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Blog: Ticket Inspectors From Mars

Posted by Mark Cantrell on February 14, 2015 at 9:55 AM Comments comments (0)

In space nobody can hear you change track

By Mark Cantrell

TAKE the historic occasion of the first manned landing on Mars, throw in two science geeks working on ...

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FICTION: There's No Place Like Home For Those Who Are Poor

Posted by Mark Cantrell on February 2, 2015 at 4:15 AM Comments comments (0)

There's No Place Like Home

Flash Fiction By Mark Cantrell

Copyright © February 2015

“AFFORDABLE housing? Affordable housing! Are you taking the piss?”


I rolled my eyes. Phil was off on one again.


“A fucking palace is affordable if you’ve got the fucking money, but you don’t get that by working for it. Working cl...

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PROSE: The Words Are Out There, Screaming

Posted by Mark Cantrell on January 24, 2015 at 7:00 PM Comments comments (0)

Breached Horizons

A Kind Of Prose Poem

By Mark Cantrell

THE words are out there somewhere. They hide like sinister malignancies in the shades of the mind, lurking, until the moment comes to strike.


Then, after the months of hunting and searching, when the author has finally given up in despair, they gush screaming from the void to bore into the victim's ...

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COMMENT: Charlie Hebdo Lives

Posted by Mark Cantrell on January 9, 2015 at 6:25 PM Comments comments (0)

The forces of silence must not prevail

The men with guns can't take away our press freedoms, only harden our resolve, but if we're not careful they might distract our attention away from the real culprits thre...

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