Blank looks are reminders that you’ve forgotten again. Start again. We drank tea late at night telling me stories that you’ve forgotten now. I remember. Mum died of cancer. Dad was a postman. You are a forgotten hero but only forgotten by yourself. Start again. They didn’t understand, we did. You don’t understand. Neither do… [Read More]
Poem: Not The Man You See
Not The Man You See Legs reddy brown from April sun April wind, and tangles of matted hair, he waits fr a train to somewhere warmer to walk and wander in sandals and shorts, everything and nothing round his waist and on his back. Another day passes with sneers not that he notices, not that… [Read More]
Poem: Remains
Remains It’s all embers now, all ash and breath and nothing else left. I mourn for memories I haven’t even lost as I fall to sleep in the growing grass little shoots making themselves known in the dirt and ruin at our feet, soon covered over and washed away waves roll in and out between… [Read More]
Spring Has Returned
Spring Has Returned Frozen eyes, harsh breaths all disintegrate under your spell. I have shivers and shakes still under my skin and I’ve been waiting four long months to have you warm me from the inside out. I’ve never known how to welcome to you properly, I’ve been a little broken since you left. Frozen… [Read More]
Poem: Appropriate Jealousy
When she’s kissed she’s alive, wanted and wanting and I am jealous. I am never alive not kissed, nor loved, not held. I am. This is all. Little comments that dig at my soul. Little kisses that inflate her ego. Rightly so. I am jealous. Right so. He is nothing. So I am neither. She… [Read More]
Fiction: Denial – Kara and Etta
Written for the Lost & Found: Valentine’s Edition blog hop. Kara doesn’t think it’s love. Not at first, not for a long time. She knows love. Knows how it feels – she’s sure of it. This doesn’t feel like that. She loves Etta, her parents, her brother Lewis but this doesn’t feel anywhere close to… [Read More]
Pinpricks
Stars are pinpricks of heat and light that burn. We are desperate moths blind and lost, abandoned, Clear nights call to us, beckon us with a whisper, we can’t resist it the desperate pull. Stars are pinpricks of heat and light that burn, until we are turned away. Abandoned. r.l.w
I Write Fanfiction (and I’m not ashamed of if) – Part Two
So a little while ago I wrote a post about fanfiction, that was a nice rant about why fanfiction isn’t shit or inferior. And how I write and read a lot of fanfiction. And always will. In fact, over the past few months, I’ve been writing a lot more fanfiction than I have done for… [Read More]
I Write Fanfiction (and I’m not ashamed of if) – Part One
I write a ton of fanfiction. I’ve probably written more fanfiction than I have of anything else. I’ve been writing fanfiction since I was 15. I will always write fanfiction. I am not ashamed of any of this. And I shouldn’t be. My reasons for writing fanfiction are my own, yes, but I will lay… [Read More]
Fiction: Watch The World Burn
The city burned easier than anyone expected. One the farm on the very edge of the outskirts, Andrew climbed out of the skylight in his room, clambering up the tiles to sit next to the chimney, feeling the lingering warmth from the families fire through the brick. From his vantage point he could see for… [Read More]
