Paperback out now!

December 13, 2017

My novel To The Bridge is now available as a paperback on Amazon!

It tells a story of obsessive love, marital heartbreak and eventual redemption, set against the backdrop of Isambard Kingdom Brunel’s wonderful suspension bridge here in Bristol. Isambard himself also puts in an appearance later in the novel.

This is definitely my best and most literary work so far, and I’d love it if you took a look….

The US link is

The UK link is

Feedback would be very welcome!

To The Bridge - paperback cover Vs 1.0



May 27, 2012


Draft text from pending Instalment 2 of Green Messiah:


The philosopher on the wall is meant to be Socrates – as ugly as he is honest – or Aristotle, perhaps: a better looking man. Or perhaps Pythagoras or the historian Plutarch. He is at the very least someone, Mattie thinks, who means something to Marshal, something important. She lowers Marshal’s hand to the duvet. She is exhausted, depressed. Depression is anger turned inward, she understands that. Depression is a corrupt form of wrath, denied its rightful expression. But why is Marshal angry? She studies the lines around his eyes, his clamped lips, his cramped jaw. She wishes… imagines… oh, god, she imagines… lowering her night gown to expose her diminishing breasts. Despicable, milkless mother, unmothered by age! Through Marshal’s closed eyes – because, in her genes, she is nine million point nine nine percent Marshal – she sees herself digging at her breastbone, scrabbling and tearing at her poor, haggard chest, digging and scraping and hacking and clawing with increasing desperation until at last her fingernails penetrate the skin and reach into the flesh. Through Marshal’s eyes she sees her fingers pluck her own chest open, her ribs parting and unfolding with hardly any mucous and even less blood to reveal at last the small, hissing mouth of a new umbilical cord.

She sees herself, through Marshal’s tight-closed eyes, draw loop after loop of nacreous cord from the cradle of her ribs. She sees herself raise the sucking umbilical mouth to Marshal’s lips. She sees herself ease her new umbilicus across his flaccid tongue, over his gulping epiglottis, into his oesophageal tube. She reaches forward. She feels the bite of his teeth on the side of her hand. Bite me. Hurt me. As if this is real.

And thus will her child be healed.

And thus will she sustain him with an energy and a life force entirely of her own.

Thus will she redeem him, thus bring to him his lifeline, thus provide him with an exit from the place in which he is trapped. Here… the knotted, bloody cord up which to climb. Here… pinion, cleat and rope with which to scale the looming valley walls. Here… faith to believe he can succeed…

Oh, see him skirt precipitous overhang and crag!

See him climb, inch by hazardous inch, from darkness and depression, from rancour and self-loathing, from self-pity and despair towards a perfect, plangent light. Thus will he overcome the darkness in his soul. Thus will he rise from his self-created hell, from bitter, clinging murk, from cloying, stinging smog to a new and better place, to a world where despair no longer signifies, where all can be rebuilt, where joy has been reborn, where every object upon every surface of every home within every city of every nation of the entire world glimmers and pulses and glitters with the radiance of hope.

– and thus will she bring him to the heaven his earth should always have been…

And thus will a mother’s duty be done.


© Luke Andreski 2012. All rights reserved.


Just past midnight

October 17, 2011


Just past midnight.

       Tower blocks and terraced streets.

       Six cemeteries, two castles, four hundred and twenty-two thousand inhabitants.


Just past midnight and in Victoria Park breezes like demons are laying siege to the trees.

       In Bedminster the wind, the wind, the raucous wind rattles at windows, hammers at walls, sets off alarms, pounds at doors.


Green Messiah:

August 16, 2011

I am author of the following works:

Now We Are Green – A fictionalised account of the life of William Tarkovsky and the rise of New Creationism.
To The Bridge – A novel about love, loss and the search for redemption.
Hunch – The ruthlessness of television unveiled. TV producer Tom Green acts upon a dangerous hunch…

Swog – In a future-medieval empire whose economy depends entirely on fish can Swog benefit from having an enormously long tongue? A tale which explores loyalty, medievalism and the nature of appetite.
Green Messiah – A novel that delivers not just one green messiah but two whilst exploring cult brainwashing, bipolar disorder and the philosophy of the eco-apocalypse. Possibly controversial… definitely provocative.

The Book of New Creation – The eco-philosophy of William Tarkovsky. Can humanity survive without it?

A Green Philosophy – William Tarkovsky’s internet postings, compiled in a single volume.

Portnoy’s Defence – A defence of onanism from the wonderful German professor Leo P. Strong. I exert myself with this pithy translation.
Speaking in a monotone – Poems exploring rhythm, repetition and rage.
Being Left Behind – Poetry about love, loneliness and the redemptive power of beauty.

And, lastly, a handful of short stories.

These works can be accessed via:













Take a look.

I’d love to know what you think.