Creative Writing

He remembers the first time he drove alone. Creeping, clutch down, round the empty car park at the bay. He felt every pebble pop beneath the tires. Back before his …

I wish I could hold this moment forever in my mind. You, in tiny sleeves and trousers with your stuffed bear sat at your side. We’re by the docks at …

Her hair runs down her back in a meter of thick, hazel satin. Each morning I’m called over to brush, to share the load. Parting at the middle as we …

Blood trickles to my cheeks, flashing ruby, soaking across a pale surface. The throbbing vehicle behind my ribs deafens me and I redden further as the sound fills my ears, …

The month twas White and decked with Gold, With gifts for young, the gifts from old. We saw the films and read the books, A Reddened nose; Alone v. crooks. …

The air it breathes of candles burned, Of crimson gold and tinselled dew, Where’er I walk the scent it soothes My crystal flakes like snow unturned.   We sit as …

As we talk apples drop from the trees outside, Worms feast on the fallen glories. As we talk grey clouds fist up in the sky, Birds return to their nests. …

Nip into town on a cold Christmas Eve, Trying to find a present for Steve, And Mum, and Dad, and grandparents too. I’ve left it so late, there’s so much …

November the 30th, the new clone awakes The old one is butchered and served up as steaks To the new one who chews them with shiny white jaws And gnaws …

It’s been so long, my love, but I haven’t yet found a perfume that reminds me of you.   I’ve felt you on my fingertips, inhaled you after midnight welcomed …