The Last Train

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

Gone

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

Awkward

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

Not Long Now

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

Footprints

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

Hope

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

The Magpie Sets Sail

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

Speckled With Sunlight

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