I love this story. It is a true story and it is possibly the loveliest story that I have to tell. It is also more than a little bit embarrassing. It starts when I am five years old. In truth, it probably starts well before then, but five is when I start remembering. I am … More The Best Day Ever.
She was eighteen and the flat was cold and hazy. She sat cross legged on the bed and lit up again. Four grimy walls that shuddered as the trains passed through beneath. A steel framed bed and an unpacked suitcase. Shoes, dirty laundry, strewn at the door. The music and merriment from revellers next door … More New Years Eve in Paris
Just wanted to share my latest poem.. It’s based loosely on a young girl I know. Not really. Enjoy! . I once knew a girl named Darla, Who wished her name was Carla. . It made her truly, deeply mad – And her inner fury turned her bad. . When she was aged just four, She went … More A Girl Named Darla