1985
It was summer when I first believed in magic. The days stretched into endless adventures, opening like precious shells onto blazing pavements, treasures sprouting from each ray of light. When it got too… Continue reading
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Lucid Dreams
When I was eight I rode my bike through labyrinths, willing adventure to pull me in and take me to imagined worlds. My sisters and I devoured books like chocolate and our bedroom… Continue reading
Soonari
*** image by Rachel Badeau
Are You Dead Like Me?
I travelled through the universe, beat in time with everything I floated inside galaxies, became them in heart, in truth The stars were my pulse, my soul, and they soothed my yearnings Gravity… Continue reading
Somewhere, in Time
Somewhere, in time You were me and I was you A single sculpture, made from limbs entwined We danced over the sun, the moon, the world Somewhere, in time We created mountains… Continue reading
The Serpent’s Eyes
Hildegard House had lain dark and barren ever since I disappeared on that misty November morning, or so I imagined. I now know the endless cycle he had conjured, orchestrated from his dark… Continue reading
The Diary of Lisbeth Withering 1890
I was four years old when I realised what my true nature was. To me , that way of life was everything – my whole family existed in that sphere. It wasn’t a… Continue reading
The Vanishing Moon
Out of the shallow earth you emerged wrapped in warm leather, black waves of sorrow grasping and clinging as you resurrected Beneath hollow chasms I waited starving, stalking a sphere of… Continue reading
The Murky Depth of You and I
Out of the blue depths I found you upon the poison sea your name and mine etched on the bones of lost souls Upon the banks of death you wept, calling me… Continue reading
The Carnival Prize
I’d been up on the high shelf for a month, luring gullible punters in for five quid a pop. We’d travel with different carnivals, into different villages, parks, run-down towns – but everywhere… Continue reading