Writing

The Rising

The Rising

Delighted to share my newest short story called The Rising that was recently featured on the Telltales Virtual Event. You can hear me read it aloud on their website. And here is the story in full...

The air was moist, heavy with the morning mist. I stumbled out of the front door onto the lane. The door banged loudly behind me.


Tidelines

Tidelines

My feet slow. The anticipation of this moment marred with the reality. It was supposed to be a homecoming of sorts.Yet it’s as if my limbs can already sense what’s coming, they skit, slide, falter. The land unsteadies me, sodden skeleton trails underneath the stubby grass lull you into a false sense of security. But the barren bleakness and eerily emptiness envelops me momentarily. I am frozen on the precipice, full submersion into the deep tempting me.

Lockdown

I try to stitch the pieces.
Fuse the fibres back together,
Of heartstrings that have been stretched,
All elasticity loosened.

The smallest things

The smallest things

And so it becomes the smallest of things,
The everyday,
Droplets of joy,
Squeezed out of the most mundane.

Space between

The space between,
Anticipation,
Expectation.