Autobiography

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The Flying Brick

I’d been scouring AutoTrader for weeks — every spare moment, even before I passed my full motorcycle test. What I really wanted was one of those...
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Poem of the week

The Daughter-Wife

When she died, The house fell quiet and wide, And he looked at me like I should slide, Right into the space where her shadow stayed, A child in a...
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Jaws (1988)

I first saw Jaws when I was about eleven, maybe twelve. It was late, a school night, and I couldn’t sleep. I got out of bed, in the bedroom I shared...
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Story of the week

An Afternoon in Lausanne

It was death that gave me the courage. In the space of two years, I lost my uncle, my stepfather, an old friend I shared an office with in Barcelona...
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Massage Parlour

I generally don’t go in for spas or massage. It’s the pampering that puts me off — the soft music, the hushed tones, the candles. I don’t like being...
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Le magnetiseur

When your child’s skin is red and cracked and nothing works—not creams, not oats, not changing his diet, not even the sea (which did help, but was a...
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Garden Centres II

Yes, garden centres have certainly changed over the years. There are still some originals, with more weeds than plants, no refreshments, and three...
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The Gesture

This story contains reference to suicide and mental illness. It doesn’t take a tragedy. Not always. Sometimes it’s a drip from a ceiling, a broken...
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“Damaged goods”

Back in motion with a poem I wrote during a reflectionary period. I was questioning my self-worth as someone with CPTSD. The whole "____ girls" is based off of my experience with harmful unsolicited advice from loved ones that reflects deeper issues like generational trauma, victim blaming, and overall misogyny.
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Those Shameful Blue Pyjamas

You are what you eat but you’re not what you wear.
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