I Like Food

I like food. I'm remembering it's okay to say that. I like homemade cheese on toast, when you drastically overestimate how much cheese you need and end up thoroughly coating the bread. When it isn't even fully toasted because you were so eager to eat it, but it has just enough crunch to be satisfying. … Continue reading I Like Food


“Come In From The Snow”

Sharp bell, dead of the night. You're pulling your coat tight; Got Rudolph's nose, Frostbitten toes, Oh, come in from the snow. A sliver of moonlight. The world blanketed white. It coats the row, Will only grow, So come in from the snow. Storm reaching a new height, Saplings buckled by might; Caught in the … Continue reading “Come In From The Snow”

The Poppy (In Honour of Remembrance Day)

He looked around him and everyone was bleeding. Small buttons of black, clean little bullet holes, decorated the shirts of men he had never before acknowledged as the friends they were, in this moment of unity. Crimson encircled the wounds, seeping out into perfect curves against the cloth. He lay a hand to his own … Continue reading The Poppy (In Honour of Remembrance Day)

Freewriting #4 (Closed Doors)

At the very end of the hall, past miles of panelled-wood walls and shaggy carpeting, stood a narrow door. It looked unassuming enough; a little rusty at the hinges, a few chips in the varnish, but nothing sinister. The only thing that appeared slightly off was the semicircle of discolouring in the carpet in front … Continue reading Freewriting #4 (Closed Doors)