A transcendent moment I'll never forget.
This little poem was written during a thunderstorm in August 2017. It is even more poignant to me now and it seems fitting to use it to round out the month and to mark the new chapter of my life opening up before me.
I don't usually post full-length stories just in case I want to submit any of them to magazines that don't take simultaneous submissions. But I'm not planning on sending this delightful, dark romp to anywhere.
Here, have a short essay about Hamlet I'm moderately proud of. Seems quite pointless to have them just sitting around on my hard drive.
It's been a difficult week.
I wrote this poem last year when I was at a very low point with my bodily self-esteem, my hopes for the future, my opinions of my work. The first draft poured out as a cry to escape, to just be able to leave this body, to not be stuck here anymore. Editing shaped the …
A little update with one of my favourites. 'Out of Pocket' was the first flash fiction I ever wrote and it amazed me how so few words (only 132!) could have such an effect on audiences. I had the honour of reading this as my debut at the 2016 Cheltenham Poetry Festival as part of …