Can’t/Won’t Write

Well he asked me what I was passionate about and I said writing, I’m a writer, and he asked me … More

One Time at Camden Lock

1 / I watch the man in the crumpled white shirt take a swig from his can of Stella and … More

This flash story was originally published in C*nsorship Magazine, June 2021 Overnight, Cordelia built The Savoy out of silk. It … More

CW: suicide, death, description of dead body I went past him on the bus. I could only see his feet, … More

Less than three months into my indefinite stay, Hell froze over. It was a Wednesday afternoon. I remember this because … More

The girl often wondered where it had come from. Why was her life so much darker than yours? than his? … More

Standing behind her, he unpinned her hair and swept it to one side, taking his time, kissing her shoulders while … More

Clarice Lispector would have celebrated her 95th birthday today. In honour of this glorious lady, I have spent the day indulging … More

When she was 15, something began living inside of her head. It inhabited her body, her soul, every inch of her … More