A blog of short fiction, poetry, and assorted writing.
The Empty Space
Lying in the tossed sheets in the morning you realise you have woken without something you have felt this before that empty space has been with you as long as you can remember but now it has taken form now that presence has crushed the pillows laid a towel over the chair traced itself upon…
Watermelons
A poem for my mother. – In our house (When the need arises) You cut watermelons Take the carving knife Gently And bring it to bear On the rough edges that hide our fruit Inspect the flesh It is flawed no doubt but without rot Slice it in even orderly parts The best for serving…
The Bird who liked the Quiet
This is a children’s story I wrote for a quarantine project with Vertigo theatre. Originally it was quite sad, and I’m glad I was given a reason to revisit it and make something hopeful. – Once there was a little bird who lived in a quiet wood. And that was just how she liked it. She’d…
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