The F Word

“What are you afraid of?” she asks, pen poised over the page of her notebook that is otherwise blank apart … More

SCUM*

They are cooking a roast dinner. She is rifling through the drawers, searching for her favourite knife, and he is … More

Dear Sir/Madam, It would appear that I have identified a problem with your mood tracking app. As you know (or … More

All I have: 1) myself, and 2) words. But what if I can’t find the words, if I run out … More

Yeah, in the moment it sounded sexy but I don’t need to understand Spanish to know that the words you … More

In response to today’s (final) prompt of NaPoWriMo 2019: to write a minimalist poem. I always try to cut out … More

Based on today’s NaPoWriMo prompt to “remix” a Shakespearean sonnet, this poem is inspired by sonnet 108, which you can … More

Isn’t it strange that I am your voice of reason but not my own? And for good reason, too. Me … More

I disagree when you describe my associates as “unsavoury characters” because surely if something is un-savoury then it, by definition, … More

When I look out across the city, on these tipsy evenings where I am so filled with anger and tarnished … More