My father doesn’t like surprises We tried to throw him a fiftieth birthday He found out and picked a fight with me and mum and Aunty Prue in front of Continue Reading →

2am’s not quite 3am, when you start making noises about having to sleep I have to get up in a few hours why are we still talking, anyway? 2am’s not Continue Reading →

One day isn’t much to do everything you ever wanted to do You can’t travel the world in one day walk Machu Picchu see the pyramids dance naked in the Continue Reading →

As I said in my previous post, most of my current reading is really “research” – both for school and in terms of trying to improve my own writing. I’m Continue Reading →

They’re just a mistype, really because I always write angels when I mean angles and no matter what Da Vinci says there’s nothing divine about maths   The first angel Continue Reading →

Instead of reading, lately, I’ve been writing. Not here, obviously, unfortunately, disappointingly. But here, and on Tumblr, and on paper, and at work, and when I am meant to be Continue Reading →

‘C’mon’ he coaxed her into the ink, the black water She wasn’t bothered by the waves lapping at her thighs The night sky blanket on her shoulders, the empty stretch Continue Reading →

Four small triangles silhouetted against the outside of my window The light is on in the hallway they think it is a moon they press their naked pale undersides against Continue Reading →