As will be seen, the fog Has faded. The high street Shunned it, chased It from its lofty perch High above the tarts in Cages who jeer below. You really aren’t understanding me. As your eyes accustom to The changing times, internet Sleuths will stalk you: the weakest Spot in the ordinary array of forces….

The darkness Before the coming rain Covers the room, and Enlarges the shadows. Your hatred of me Takes me under its dark wings: A cocoon, a shelter that Hides and chides, slowly becoming My view of myself. When I left, You told me that the rain was coming, And I didn’t believe you when You…

Content Warning- homophobia, violence, domestic abuse, strong language FADE IN: EXT. A RESIDENTIAL STREET IN MANCHESTER – LATE AFTERNOON Jack is walking down the street wearing his scruffy school uniform with a navy backpack hanging off one shoulder. He is paying no attention to where he is walking – he doesn’t need to; he walks…

Content Warning- strong language, violence, mild sexual themes The lights come up on a bathroom. Maddie and Alex are sat in the bath opposite each other, Dan is sat on the toilet (but not using it) and Anna is pacing around the small amount of floor space, occasionally re-arranging the floor mat – each time…

If all myself and every side could brew like coffee in a cup on a dry dreary death bent silent room then mine brews over there where spillages show teardrops of Monday, fading yet true.  The wind, a choice, glides in strides of striking size where smoke and steam are friends, a sight where smells…

arriving soon. It bends before,  narrows near ends, dreams  suspend from rooftops where  sparrows gleam as nature’s friends.  there, it broods, alludes to  dreams where paths are drawn  as alleyways, arrow straight and stiff  as arms that flail. Exhale. feel air  where lanes bend and narrow near ends,  the time to make amends.