The Octopus Who Dismembered Love

After ‘Incarnations of Burned Children’ by David Foster Wallace The half-chewed octopus lay like a tumour on the gold-rimmed dinner … More

They Don’t Pack Light, Do They?

Hen sat at the bus shelter in a blueberry coat with a tissue tucked in the right sleeve. Her carer … More

Under the quiet cloak of dawn, the local drunk steps on a soapbox at the park. He gathers every waif … More

This is the story that saw me interviewed on a BBC Radio Station! I have started writing a play that … More

Did you know that Salvador Dali would take small naps with a key in his hand and a dish beneath … More

You pour a small bottle of Prosecco into your water bottle every morning. Your mouth smells of candied oranges from … More

This story was written by my late boyfriend, Stewart Ansel III. He died a year ago today, so I am … More

How do you respond when the man you’re falling for asks if you would turn off the life-support machine if … More

It’s at that point in the morning where I can’t hold my pee any longer. My bathroom needs cleaning as … More

Tokyo is freezing at this time of year. The snow crumbles beneath your feet like broken dreams. I have just … More