The Last Train

She had not wanted to go home. Going home was to face something, to hide it, to lie about it. … More

Gone

The world was muffled, as though someone had drawn her thick woollen hat down around her ears. She pressed her … More

Their hiking boots bumped awkwardly under the pub table. She pulled away. He sighed softly. “What are we doing?” She … More

Forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine. Olwen counted her steps along the coastal path. In the corner of her eye she noticed as … More

She walked out of the water. The wind whipped the warning flags. Though she did not feel it. The sun … More

Hope, is the rope That hangs down the well Dangling in the darkness Like a cat’s toy It swings, inviting … More

There was a storm last nightAnd the Taff turns, a dirty washRich with chocolate brown soilDragged down from the landOf … More

Life has been a long grey lineFor quite some timeA thick, graphite smudgeSlick with sicknessWorries over words, and rulesFor some … More

The night the men went awayWas warmed by the hot summer of the daySo the women stayed out, late, in … More

The water rushes to greet me At the wooden fence Where my fingertips, press lightly Into the remnants of fallen … More