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After the christening ceremony for her sister’s baby who gripped her thumb with tiny fingers, Andrea felt powerful sensations stirring.      She registered at a dating site. A man called Ralph ...

Eleven year old Melissa pushed the point of the scissors into her little finger, just below the nail. She pressed harder until it hurt, gave a little cry and ran ...

‘Xièxie,’ I say, concentrating on turning each letter ‘X’ into a sibilant ‘sh’ whilst attempting to trail away the tone on the first syllable. Thank you. The border control officer remains ...

I staggered out of the Angel tube into a pounding sandstorm of snow and dust, some guy halfway down the stairs making a joke about climate change, and I bent ...

You knew death would measure regret: Length, breadth, width. Even I, these few metres beyond that moment Cannot recall whether The window was closed, The fire was guarded, The back door locked, The alarm switched on.   If I ...

Some fairy tales can be really quite dreadful, Yet parents still read them to kids by the bedfull; Young Goldilocks should by rights be in jail But gets off scott free in the ...

Kaleidoscope daydreams and the hard flesh of sole on hot cement that moves you to run. I long for the citrus smell of lemon love and lime lust, To pick tomatoes bigger than a fist, Giggling ...

Did I believe he was dead, lying in the hard ground with a gravestone over his head? In the rain, under the fallen leaves, in the earth. Can I believe he is there?   A thin shiver ...

In the kaleidoscope of the town, my sinews constrict with the seasons. On the mortar and tarmacadam through age old streets and alleyways moving quad bikes and BMWs fly by in the autumn, and gnarled trees are ...

For breakfast you’re craving some warm cheese on toast Not a full English fry-up or large Sunday roast, But head for the fridge and it starts to go wrong: This food must have ...

Have you ever had that feeling? The age you’re at seems unappealing. Restrictions governed by your wrinkles, No fairy cakes, no chocolate sprinkles. Many adults often hunger To have a body somewhat younger; Myself, I have ...

Whether the day should be dim As British days so often are Or rippled with flickering, blinding light Pinched between buildings And mirror-flashed by windows Regardless, I am smiling.   Regardless I am smiling standing in rain Soup-like-puddles ...

His disregard for her is structural, Not the transitory disregard of the bad day, Or the hurt snipping of terrible news,But the fruiting head Of a lifetime of disregard,Sneering and ...

  The moon waxes in fruitful silence, And the eyes of August wane deepest blue. On southern shores, I kiss the breeze. And in the coal black night, return to you.   You touched my soul ...

People experience too many mis-experiences. We’re disconnected in some ways, even when you are close. I rumoured the lights in the window were dimming and swelling, enclosing a mystery of scandalous nature. Study revealed there was ...

I stood in the queue outside the pink and white Mr Whippy van enjoying the faint smell of diesel fumes and deep hum of the running engine. Little trumpets sat ...

-  Her wrinkled hand rested on a gnarled cane Patiently waiting out the late afternoon rain ...

The light in your eyes shines brighter that the sun How many woman have a smile so beautiful? None. Your mind is sharp and your intelligence stunning. If you called me to come, ...

She walks quietly through dark avenues Looking for you Grandmother for you Giving knowledge Receiving it too Until she comes Here she comes to the round room Grandmother aged face Smile crumpled She gives her last strength to stand Come near No ...

I do hear your plea Day after day Please forgive me Is all that you say Guess should tell you It is already done But my forgiveness Can't make actions undone It does not give Your conscience a cleaning Nor ...

Lost in the dark, tangled in silken threads, the truth as undesirable as her unmade beds. Trapped in a web of lies and deceit, afraid to look up from her own two feet. What ...

Women are like the wind you enjoy the warm breeze melting your heart on a blustery day. you bask in the heat of their passion on a cold winter's night. you linger in the coolness ...

She was a stagnant river, flowing without clarity. Yet on the surface, ripples indicated life. No-one could perceive the stones lobbed with force would break through so, creating ever-decreasing circles and stirring up the murky depths until there was ...

For some, the love comes early in life For some, it comes too late. Some get to hold and live this love Some lose it, a game of fate. I got mine, yet I ...