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...

Creative Writing: From the Last Frontier

I rode out into a country, One that hides itself from The greyest city in the world, At ninety miles an hour Down the wrong side of the...

Creative Writing: Extract from ‘Skin’

The first time I acknowledged to myself that I loved you, a patch of my skin blistered and died. The remnant was rough to...