A woman empties a bucket of piss, sloshes through the cobbles as my driver curses. Cretin! The horses pulling the cart don’t care, they soldier on; we all do, really. A withered man with a wicker basket sells his wears for scraps of tin, fabric, anything. I blow my nose on a handkerchief, see streaks … Continue reading The Future Isn’t What it Was (Poem)
We kissed over a bubble-gum sundae. Her creamy tongue was a helter-skelter in my mouth, electric blue, a slide down to my stomach where it fizzed and bubbled. We kissed hungrily. Hungrily over a bubble-gum sundae, in an ice cream shop. She kissed my fabric and my fibres and then, once satiated, she dislocated her … Continue reading Bubble Gum (Short Story)
The liminal age of 23 is one that I'm not finding easy. The encroaching adulthood, the mounting responsibilities and the dissipating fun are all a shock to the system. I feel like the road I'm treading is ready to fork, and I need to take the right path. Part of me is thinking I can … Continue reading A massive inner conflict
Are book hauls a thing? Like talking about a book you've not yet read? Well I'm going to give it a try- 3 out of this haul are new so worth casting light on them regardless! So I bought these in one trip to Waterstones and Oxfam (make sure you check out Oxfam book shops, … Continue reading A Little Book Haul..
I wrote a poem- enjoyyy! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I carved your epitaph into our grandest gasp Which broke into waves through arteries and veins. Anatomically correct. I dissect the remains. Rearrange your DNA and Do not age. Happiness is a state of mind but now you're gone My mind is just a state. Love is not enough, … Continue reading bad luck and worse
You know that feeling where days intertwine and weeks fall away beneath your feet? This is my life right now. I've floated through the last month, reading books, going to work and sleeping. My life is usually an endless countdown calendar, wherein there's an event I'm looking forward to- it comes and goes- and I … Continue reading My floating existence
Somewhere along the way, we privileged, first-world people, decided we wanted more. The American dream, which promises anyone can achieve anything, married capitalism, spread around the globe, and birthed a generation of people who would willingly work themselves to death. When we want we aren't content, and so happiness has become a radical act- to … Continue reading The Radical Act of Feeling Happy
I'm currently deep deep deep into a creative writing dissertation (as well as an English literature one), and so I thought I'd share a little sample of my un-drafted work so far. I think I posted an early draft of this story agesSsSs ago, so I won't post the beginning again, so here's a chapter! … Continue reading A Little Creative Sample…
