I saw him outside the corner shop the other day. He sat cross-legged on the pavement, playing hauntingly on a kalimba. Singing in two...

round auburn smooth like velvet grown on trees large leaves five-pointed smell funny trampled in autumn fallen skin shed two halves of...

It's in the hands. It's in the feet. The fingers, the toes. It's like what's-her-face said in what's-it-called, about nature and beauty...

The rain knocks on the window like tiny hands tappat pattap tappat drawing you onto the windowsill to watch it trickle down along the...

The headline extends like a childhood friend: “Woodland back to ‘medieval levels’” — wild nature is returning to Britain. It reads like...

'a cold sea fog on the east coast of England or Scotland' These days the fog washes in between the cracked buildings before the first...

beep Beep. BEEP. The alarm calls me up to pre-dawn night each morning and as I go to close the window the smell of sourdough bread...

You want to know what we did wrong? We told love stories of teenagers and expected it to change the hearts of old white men in suits. We...

You invite her over when your parents go out. It isn't a secret; they have met before (though they don't quite understand her). She has a...

We put the candle in a draughty corner yet are surprised when it goes out. Why don't we treat our children's world better? Written by:...

Archangels pour cigarette stumps from the back-doors of heaven's theatre. A masquerade, a satire, a comedy, a tragedy — every play...

They murmur over tea that he died with six words, "A plague on both your houses," falling from his wound (a sword had pierced him...

We live on borrowed time, running around and around, circle after circle after circle within our pens and who notices the finishing line...

This city is a tundra, a mountain range, of jagged peaks and outcrops and miles and miles of hard-packed soil forgotten under tarmac....

There's a quaint little garden behind my house, surrounded by bottle-red raspberry bushes. The path winds through, back and forth a few...

Sun god moon god what does it matter you still reach out through my bathroom mirror to trace gold and silver through my hair then gently...

you're on the phone with someone — I don't know who and I probably won't ask (after all you'll tell me later right?) but you're smiling...

Morning sun of 8 a.m. plays across his body drawing broken patterns of gold on skin so pale so pale it's almost sickly and it catches in...

She tasted of Manuka honey and dew slowly melting against the mahogany wood with sunshine glimmering in her combed hair glimmering like...

My neighbour sat on the roof next-door and nibbled on a piece of toast. Then he flapped his wings and flew to join a murder. Written by:...