She lies in the grass while flowers grow and watches the roots crawl under her skin. Lightning chases thunder past. Rain splatters among...

I've stared into the sun so many times that there's a permanent spot on my right eye. Most of the time I don't notice that it's there....

"Hey," he says quietly as she sits on his covers — a spectre illuminated by the flickering candle in his hand. Wax drips on his fingers,...

When I moved out of my second university room, I was the last person to check the shared kitchen. Someone had left a white porcelain bowl...

I'm walking down a street in late April or May, while the sun teases the green buds on red branches. It's spring, and I'm walking...

This is an exercise. This is a re-familiarisation with the things I don't think about. There's a board under my laptop. It's grey...

Hey. Hey. You know what's really nice? Yeah. Oh? Tell me anyways. The quiet just before dawn. The street hidden in mist. The loudness...

Some days she turns the WiFi off and puts her phone on silent. Some days she leaves her window open and lays in the cold silence. Some...

Train carriages Ferry shops Mountain trails where infrastructure disappears Ateliers Childhood homes University towns The space under the...

He picks a wooden splinter from the pad of his finger and snipes a remark at his grumbling friend. He drops the splinter into the...

I enter your storm You enter mine Yours is white Mine is black Yours is snow Mine is lightning Yours is ice Mine is thunder But in their...

It's when you turn to look at him across a chasm filled with fire that you see his eyes clearly. You thought you saw them in that...

Have you noticed how the sunlight on a Sunday morning makes your words smoother? your mood better? It falls through the kitchen window...

When I listen to music it infuses my words and sinks into my lines the sentences become verses made for a tune that ends with the song....

The Truth is a Cave in the Black Mountains Neil Gaiman, 2014 (illustrated edition) Gaiman is a writer of many skills. One of those skills...

We walk up the hill with the Word printed on the base of every tree and rocky outcrop. We walk with night creeping at our heels and...

I soar breathless over the street carried by weightlessness over honking cars and traffic lights I'm air sunlight the thrill of the...

They watch him go in the early spring. Footsteps, light, like the warm breeze thawing the snow. He flies with wings of scattered sunlight...

summer-dry grass tickles our cheeks crackles when we move we look for stars among the purple clouds of light "there," you say and I look...

I wear white and study you in depth and detail: the shadows under your eyes, the cough in the back of your throat, the way your shoulders...