Writer based in Yorkshire
In a new series on my blog, I will be writing essays of the texts I am currently studying for my Creative Writing MA course, including my own opinions on the piece as well as a look into the creative devices each writer employs. Black Box is a revitalising and unusual short story that was … Continue reading Black Box – BOOK REVIEW
Verging the sea,her arms lift toremove cobwebs.Rocks lacerate herfeet, she is instantlyunconscious ofher own starvation. The week, achingher neck, slowlybackstrokes awaypulling the din ofphones, emails and alitany of mucky kitchensinto a sandy obscurity. Salty seaweed salivakisses her wounds andplaits her hair intothe rock pools, awayfrom her weekday,to be embraced bythe unbridled ocean. My blog reached … Continue reading Verging the Sea
I’m such a bad Skyper! I keep looking at myself how I talk how I Zoom how I existIt’s just vanity I put make-up on today I putmake-up on which I haven’t worn in ageswhich has become my new standard ofdiscipline So you’re delivering this meeting this quiz this therapy this catch-upI’m sorry, but I … Continue reading We All Watch Ourselves on Skype
Defensive cubicles hide your growing apathy. It's like a musty scarf covering your mouth. You reek of printer-inked coffee-stained passivity. Dave's fluorescent "party" tie explodes through the room divider cracks. You're choking on your own groans by this point. An absence of light is followed by a chordof ABBA, strobes, a chorus of cheersthat's like … Continue reading Last Chance at the Leaving Do
You beat, after the drums You strum, low and monotonous Like factory smoke spluttering You are background Hurtled into musical oblivion When a guitar begins Twangy and static and Unmoving and angry Like metal scaffolding The building site underneath The roaring arena Until you are isolated Then the melody emerges Which you were playing All … Continue reading Bass Guitar
Little sister/daughter/girlblack ringlets frame your faceand gap-toothed smile.Bundled up in pink/purple puffy coatslike melted marshmallowswe explore our garden/jungle/forestmittened hands clasped.Little ladybirdscurrying behind the treesyou gleefully begin our game ofpretendingto be spies/heroes/mermaidsbefore retiring for the dayinto our lilac sanctuary/roomgiggling into the night scribing bunk-bed messagesfor the future. Sister/daughter/womanblack ringlets frame your faceand pierced nose.Cross-legged and poised … Continue reading Sister
The moment of Unspeakable DreadI have arrived at Sainsbury’sI left my shopping list at homeUnspeakableNot because my sieve-memory has forgotten whether it was regular or Thai basilDreadNot because I used my last notepad paper with the flowery trim to write itUnspeakable DreadBecause I now have to improvise what to cook for dinner which shouldn’t be … Continue reading Panic! at the Supermarket
Breathe in and out and notice Five things you can see cracked floorboards stretch away hair balls simmer along skirting boards iced with dust lost socks marooned under my bed Four things you can hear downstairs’ TV muffling outsides’ traffic distancing my breathing suffocating rain falling Three things you can touch cracks between the cracked … Continue reading Mindfulness
You say, Meet me here. It’s not far. You can work out the route. You say this at the far end of the sofa the middle has sunk down to form a cavern that I cannot navigate. Separated by this cavern by this cushion your arm straddles the gap to my side like a handlebar … Continue reading What can I do to help?
Mermaid, you married your house and you divorced yourself. As I pull you onboard, you seem battered by brooms, pale and lifeless, hanging like linen as I had expected. Draped around you is a flannel shirt and apron made of hot-pots and Tupperware boxes covered in eggs and spit. White dish cloths cling to your … Continue reading Housewife Lost at Sea
