Creative Writing: The Night

The night brings buzzing little insects that burrow into ears and crawl across flesh They surface when it’s quiet and dark They don't exist until the plague ...

Creative Writing: don’t be afraid of the dark

Summer ends, days get shorter, the world spins round, knitted gloves, school doors unlocked, chunky socks, streetlights at five o’clock. Somebody told me that when summer ends, the days...

Creative Writing: The Cemetery Cat

The grass was cut, the hedge was chopped, The gardener headed home, The sun had stopped, ...

Creative Writing: The Letters

Mouth and me in sync. Lip curling around angry faces Terrified of starting a fire For the fear of getting burned or turning bridges into ash. Tongue rooted in...

Creative Writing: Bambina

Females flash across the television screen, in short short skirts and sheer clear swimsuits. Publicity Perfection. As she watches, her expression bruises and folds...

Creative Writing: Angel of May

A cone of pictures doth my mind beset For the want of Gabrielle, lover dear, Whose child’s voice, yearns my burning ear, And since, by love, base...