Hugo Douglas-Deane

Tide

The first time i ever held you, I felt like a God. I was older and wiser than the world, could feel the ocean...
Hugo Douglas-Deane

Of that society

of fish-scaled rooftops, of houses as gold, of rusty shopfronts, of tattooed buildings, of matte surroundings, of retail mayhem in Christmas, of customers hanging their clothes...
Hugo Douglas-Deane

Are we there yet?

I have just spent four hours cooped up in a car. Mikey doesn’t believe in service stations. He says they make you weak. An...
Hugo Douglas-Deane

Thomas

You are half a world away, out of reach and out of sight, and yet you never really left. You have always been with...
Hugo Douglas-Deane

The Long Road

The streetlights were sparse now as they hurtled past clamps of skeletal trees and pasture fields. The engine droned in its lulling voice in...
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Grandma

Memories are hidden within the creases of her skin. Her face is a wall which may fold, but will never crumble or collapse. She...