The gentle rain had started early that January morning, but by 3:00 that afternoon it had transformed our small family farm into an unrecognizable frozen landscape as the dropping temperature turned the rain to ice.

It was the autumn we left childhood behind.

When I died, she says, I didn’t.

Before I met you, I was a deer

trapped in a maze of skyscrapers,

headlights barreling around me

in every direction. 

She sat beneath the trees because she needed the darkness first.

one day

you stopped existing

A secret stash of Pritt Sticks and Blu Tack.

I had been abroad for the best part of twenty years, most recently in South Africa, but after my latest business venture failed, I began to think about retirement and decided to return to England.

Your voice reverberates though the empty town. 

People do not hold each other closely in the place I come from.

I’ve always had a weakness for three things: the absurd, beginnings and coffee.

My mother believed in the power of wind, waves and salt spray to heal

would give anything to know the name 

of anyone in heaven

In the glare of the artificial light that fills the windowless strip club every Sunday morning with Madonna's Lucky Star blaring from out on the floor, I found…

On City FM they’d announced a prize of £100,000 for the first person in the city to locate a tiny golden City FM Bear.

When my dad died, the crematorium gave us his remains in a plastic bag.

there were monsters

at least that much I recall

A roar is caught in her throat,
as she notices him watching blaring videos

I assumed we’d find hospital walls and a priest at our bedside.

I’ve always made lists. Even when Therese was alive.