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

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

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

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