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The Watchers In The Walls
It was better in the fort. Tucked between the couch and the wall. Made of three blankets, two couch cushions, and a big cardboard box from Mom’s new...
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Merman
Fishhooks in your pocket jangle as you wade away to the fog-pressed pier. You use a knife to descale fish, split bone. The kettle screams, I flinch—...
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Entry 8 — Like It Had Always Belonged
Journal of Isla Loren — March 24 Location: kitchen window facing the overgrown trellis, in the white house above the Aiglin Sea Weather: light wind...
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Where The Sea Might Take Me
The woman stood on the edge of the cliff. The coastal breeze tangled her hair and pulled at her dress. She didn’t move. Her eyes followed the waves,...
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To Tell You The Truth — Part 2/2
The next week, you leave the TV on for background noise and sit at the kitchen table, waiting. She’s late. You tell yourself it’s just traffic. Or...
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I love this so much. And the
Posted on Sat, 05 Jul 2025
I love this so much. And the line—“she pokes and pokes like she is stabbing a giant to death”.
And Sophia’s breakdown? The “I surrender” moment? Oh, I’ve had that exact thought many times! Resigning to the thought I must be crazy to...
Read full commentPosted in The lisping god of small things
Oh wow—this stopped me cold.
Posted on Sun, 25 May 2025
Oh wow—this stopped me cold.
What a beautiful, quietly powerful memory to share.. There’s something so tender about the way you described Paul’s tradition, slipping that £10 through the door like a small, steady light in the dark. And now...
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Oh wow—thank you so much!
Posted on Mon, 19 May 2025
Oh wow—thank you so much! Your comment honestly means more than I can say. I’ve been writing stories since before I was a teenager, but reading this made something click in a way I didn’t expect. I’ve wanted to try publishing again—but...
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Thank you so much for your
Posted on Wed, 21 May 2025
Thank you so much for your comment, Frances! It means a lot to me. The old couple did sell the house, yes, though it still feels like their presence lingers in a way. I’ve been toying with the idea of turning this into a novella, with several...
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This really made me pause.
Posted on Sun, 27 Apr 2025
This really made me pause.
It’s such a sharp, poetic reflection of how the world is right now — how often we’re caught staring at screens while life, real life, happens around us.
Funny timing, too: just the other day, my son was...
Read full commentPosted in Don't look up
This one really hit me. There
Posted on Sat, 17 May 2025
This one really hit me. There’s something so tender and true in how it unfolds—like how hard things have been, how far they’ve come, and how even something as simple as sharing a meal can hold so much weight. Especially when you’re hurting but...
Read full commentPosted in That's what my heart yearns for now
I had to read this one twice
Posted on Sat, 09 Aug 2025
I had to read this one twice to really take it all in. It's so intense and layered!
Read full commentPosted in Do angels deserve to die?
Hauntingly beautiful,
Posted on Thu, 07 Aug 2025
Hauntingly beautiful, poignant, powerful. The mix of tenderness and darkness lingers like a timeless tale, especially beneath that old oak tree!
Wishing you continued inspiration with your poetry!
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There’s a sardonic clarity to
Posted on Mon, 28 Jul 2025
There’s a sardonic clarity to this - especially in the second part - that I really appreciated. Like someone peeling away all the romantic nonsense just to say, “Look, I’ve tried, and I’m done.”
The cross, the resignation, the collapse in...
Read full commentPosted in Assortment #1
This broke my heart. It’s
Posted on Sun, 27 Jul 2025
This broke my heart. It’s beyond horrifying what was done to John Attard — in his own home, in his final days. I think about how many families trust care workers with their most vulnerable loved ones, and how impossible it must feel to suspect...
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