I will try to thank you
Never give up - you taught me that; about how truth is scarier than fiction. When I was optimistic you taught me caution, in giving my...
The wasteland
Quaking and vibrating in this body, mine giving myself permission, and if I just had words to capture it; if words were my only...
When there is nothing left
When there is nothing left of you but fading memories and a velvet bowtie, I wonder who that person was with a charm which roused my...
New beginnings
I’ve been banging on to friends about starting a new blog for at least a year. It’s been at the top of all my to-do lists, rattling...
Fragments of a storm suspended in time
This is a little taster from my upcoming short story, published as part of Lazy Gramophone's Time anthology. It's an experimental piece...
