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

Elizabeth

she looked like a girl I knew but stranger a creature dental-floss hair ice in her eyes tattoos on her … More

My New Friend

“Hey, kid, where’s your mama?” “At work,” she says. “What about your dad?” “Gone.” I flinch for a moment, wondering … More

Babcia

I’m cryingin the park againbecause I’ve got these crumbsbut the baby blackbirdwon’t take themeven though they’re right hereright herefor youfoodfor … More

Hack

Dear Little Boy who was sitting in front of me on the 214 bus yesterday who had his arm wrapped … More

Friends in Low Places

A stranger came up to me one night on the South Bank to tell me that she always sleeps with … More

Southend-On-Sea

We were standing on the old sea wall, one Saturday night in August. I was looking out across the grey … More

Qing

We were standing in line, shivering. The sky was cigarette smoke-stained, like the ceiling of an old pub, and the … More

The Usual

”How’s your day going my darling, been up to anything fun?” My day was alright I guess: overslept, accidentally dropped … More

Afterlife

TW: death, mortality, suicide, grief. I wrote this today while I was waiting for the pharmacist to sort out my … More