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:...

The pot is boiling when you walk in and I am sixteen all over again and see you laughing, laughing until there are tears in your eyes and...

the cart trundles hard-packed road no rush no haste One purpose. backpack of belongings all my things left at the crossroad me the...

Slipping and sliding along the sidewalk we stumble down to the corner shop like disgruntled crows thrown off their perches. Our glasses...

I swear this city never sleeps the Shard cuts into the clouds behind me the Gherkin on my wall spirals up and up and up piercing the...

There is a kind of sad that shrinks and shrivels and says, "I think I saw it coming." It accepts but weeps, it smiles but grieves,...

You say you're thinking forward (you betray yourself) — you're absorbed, enchanted, lulled to sleep by deftly picked guitar strings,...

The metal man lies bruised and battered between the cobbled stones. A common office-sign, half his leg is buried in the soil, and his...

I lay on my back on the windowsill, pillows cushioning my back and head, legs stretched up against the wall so they make an angle that is...

Time of Our Lives plays on the Bluetooth speaker, softly so they don't wake the neighbours as they crawl into the single bed an hour...

If, when old age comes, I sit quietly by a window with a view of open fjords and mountains that would make the British marvel, then I...

Death: that is a common fear Spiders are just as frequent Darkness Heights Loneliness, isolation You know these fears People Sadness...

Mixed with red wine and cigarettes, I looked up at the night sky. Big, blue and impassive, it stared back. Hearing a soft flittering...

It's not like we're doing anything extraordinary. In fact, I'd like to think that we're doing something extremely un-extraordinary....

Like an octopus in deep waters it overwhelms you with inky blackness when night settles and there is nothing left to do, to keep your...

Clattering toward me on rusty wheels, the freight train chugged through the empty station, casting a clunking grey shadow over my side of...

I bought the house, walls painted blue and rooms half furnished with empty bed frames and hollow shelves and nails in the walls, but no...

As I've walked this path for so very long, I've finally managed to stumble upon that crossroad I was warned about, so many years ago. My...