Sitting at a sunny table outside my local pub, a pal from that time said to me, "You should expect this kind of thing to happen, working in this industry." I'd like to think that she meant to reassure me that something like this had happened to her too, that I wasn't being judged for... Continue Reading →

She saysYou're drunk.This is a thin line to skatedressed in loveswimming in tender frills.A whale of a lie swallows the questionpossibility magicked awayShenella burps him better.Her wide foreign forehead refillsHe's an angelHe offers gum, keeps her hand in hisDiscusses the domesticTantalises with dreams of tea in bedin lieu ofHe woos herEnglish charmEnglish hairI imagine it frozen... Continue Reading →