Hannah: Chapter 5

“A lesson in light.”     “The park looks different these days,” I stare up at where the bush of one tree meets the next, creating a thick sky of lime green, bright yellow and specks of light brown. “It always does in spring,” Hannah keeps her eyes on her camera, gently turning different knobs, … More Hannah: Chapter 5


September It was a September When you uttered my name For the last time You sat me down Parted my hair Braided my locks And lied You said you would be back Tucked me beneath worn out sheets Kissed my forehead And told me to dream You promised to be there When I awoke Bread … More September


Shame An inherent shame Cloaks our souls It burdens our body Tears at our being We live in fear And a constant guilt Desires revealed The anger dissolves Anxiety overwhelms the body Death seems imminent Without the cloak It is pure skin and bone Raw flesh and pure soul Uncovered at last Breathe my dear … More Shame


It’s Monday which means a book review was meant to have been posted on my blog yesterday. Honestly, my latest read has proved a little disappointing. Rather than criticizing an artist on her hard work that many loved, I thought I’d write this little article instead.   Soulmates Do I believe that in a world … More Soulmate


‘Maybe’   ‘It’s him. It’s always been him.’ ‘I know. I’ve known since we were fifteen years old. Are you going to say anything?’ ‘No. I don’t want this to end. But now I’m constantly afraid that the next word I say will push him away.’ ‘Excuse my cheesy cliché, but be yourself. It’s gotten … More Maybe


A Poem Seasons     It was there amongst the apple trees Where we fell in love Wind-swept hair and rosy cheeks Snow falling from above The quiet settling just before Three words fell from your lips Forever more to me you swore Tears down your cheeks did drip Skin as white as porcelain Locks … More Seasons

Hannah: Chapter 4

Hannah     ‘Really?’ he frowns, ‘That’s your favourite song?’ ‘It’s innocent,’ I explain, ‘The overwhelming emotion behind your first love.’ I hate small-talk with people I barely know, but I have somehow been drawn into conversation with this person. Actually, I had been deserted into conversation with him. Alec was here, and then suddenly … More Hannah: Chapter 4


A Poem   Monday – 10 July 2017 5:39pm   My dear Oh what could have been All these loose ends Never seen If we had said the words We truly mean Silence settled well Acquaintances deemed A story untold A future not seen Years later I think What could have been Loose ends all … More Untold