Starting Again

The cover cracks unhappily as I thumb the first page and lay the journal open on my bed. The cap comes apart from the...

Shipwrecked

Wake. Spins her legs out of the bed and wipes her eyes clear. Pillows gold, daylight shimmering, a fizzling flame across her shoulder. Clock...
Illustrated by Kate Romain

Home

Dust motes floating in the early morning sun; the joyously intrusive sounds of the young family next door; the smell of the old library...
pulp fiction by Davide Moroni on flickr

I don’t love love

I don’t love love I quite like hate I think it’s amusing I tell all my mates Let’s watch something angry Pulp Fiction? Kill Bill? Let’s put something on With a little...
old woman

Old woman on a bridge

An old woman sits on the edge of a wooden train bridge, her feet dangling high above a green lagoon, looking out at the...
fridge by magicalhobo on sketchport

Not a poem

A bottle of wine for us to share, A blanket, some crackers and cheese And as you drowned me in cheddar squares I’d beg, “leave me alone,...