Dark Red Sweet Jars

The man in the shirt sleeves And the tailored waistcoat Rounded the street corner Stopped when he saw me A … More

Twirl

I like to swim Along the rocks Below the cliffs To see The memories Squeezed together In layers of time … More

She wears a yellow jumper Sunlit, sitting on the steps Of the Westgate Buildings As the man she is with … More

I watched Loving Highsmith last night, and have just finished Judy Blume Forever. There’s something I enjoy about films, most … More

I often consider oxytocin And its effects, on my brain If I had a daily dose When coming home, to … More

It’s been almost a year since I last updated this website. Not because I wasn’t writing, because I was. But … More

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

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