For me?

I know things are meant to fade But promise - for me - just them you’ll save As we rack up new people new faces hours unslept Promise...

The Goddess of Spring

I first saw Cordelia the summer after someone tore out my heart on New Year’s Eve. Too much fog for specifics, but her glow...

wishing for clovers

we are barely ten and holding our imaginary shovels we go searching for the golden light or perhaps a newt in the  long grass or maybe  a lucky clover   your...

Creative Writing: A Handprint Hovers

The steam rises, stroking the pane, not with tendrils because it is one continuous ascending stream of cloud. It catches my attention, away, to...

London

If i ever come back, i want you to remember who i used to be. Remember that day, at St Katherine Docks, when it was almost Christmas. It was almost...

Plastic Bags

It’s five am and empty in the car park except for two children. They hold plastic bags behind them like wings and run in the...