Defenestration: creative writing
I thought the door was open and the window shut – a trick of the light, perhaps. I heard the former slam as you...
Creative Writing: Dad
Your dad is a policeman. A hero. You know that he has been shot four times in the line of duty, you have seen...
The Ceremony of Re-Naming
Your eyes chart me
As though you’d never sailed forth before
And I, on top, am your maiden voyage.
We aren’t looking at each other much
But in...
He was the moon
Realisation like light
trickles –
filters
through leaf shaped
thoughts – and I
am lost in
the forest. Eyelids
rise like the new sun
but this path is blurring,
obscured – he,
the moon...
Jog On
I started running to improve myself.
I bought a pair of trainers and some shorts.
They said I needed to for my health.
They kept on and...
Playground Dust
‘Boys will be boys is barely a sentence let alone a fucking explanation’
When you were ten, you were still searching for fun
writing poems, drawing...