I once curated an exhibition for my heart Out of summer wind and sea glass parts I painted the walls with the poems he adored Pinned up old conversations like I could will them to mean more I framed the memory of us at the circus And made sculptures from all novels he had left […]

You asked yourself  a question And you dug up nothing but soil You turn ink into daggers And words into shields You scream at screens and Plead into pages And you can’t remember Who you were Before the world told you Who you should be Let the poets teach me how to breathe Let the […]

Whenever I go for a cigarette in my garden I never go all the way outside. I linger on the step that bridges the house and the garden and leave the back door ajar. Sometimes this is because it is dark and my bare feet shy away from the cold concrete slabs we have in […]

And she dropped the word ‘and’ like a honey-covered bomb
But still ended her novel in a full stop
For every sentence has to stop
For even Ulysses had to stop –

I’m leaning out of the window of a bus which is hurtling much too fast down a very narrow, very bumpy mountain road. Directly below me, the land drops abruptly away, the bottom of the mountain swallowed by a darkness so heavy I can feel it. The wind whips at my hair, and the silhouetted […]

I wanted to go home, home-home, England-home, Queen’s English and hot tea and rude strangers home. I wanted to float out across the horizon, to tread the invisible line between surging coal-dark sea and soaring coal-dark sky.

If you ever want to know what it feels like to be as useful as a piece of gum on the pavement, just find yourself unemployed in your early twenties, surrounded by friends with fancy jobs and something called a ‘salary’. Unemployment is not particularly fun. Applying for so many jobs that you’ve lost track […]

I am going home in nine days. There are nine days left before this five-month-long adventure comes to an end. Nine days left of hostel-hopping, mountain-climbing, and beach-bumming. Nine days left before I have to contend with that most terrifying of words: stillness. I will arrive back in England to rain, Christmas time, and the […]

From Brave New World to The Hunger Games, dystopian literature is supposed to provide an entertaining escape from the real world. A warning, perhaps, but also a light reminder that things could always be worse. After today, and many of the unbelievable events of the past year or so, however, dystopian literature is no longer […]

“Oh but of course, dont go there alone.” I stare at the woman in disbelief. She has just spent the last half hour regaling me with tales of her own adventures in South America several decades ago. She goes straight for the most dramatic details, the stories that are so fun to tell you forget […]