It’s a hymn really, a sonnet. Some words to try and express feelings of love to someone I met in Beijing who means the world to me and will never be forgotten. Someone, without whom, my time in Beijing would have been intolerable and utterly different. Her name, and it…

Put on a favourite album and see what comes out — no planning allowed! Soundtrack: Orbital — Live at Glastonbury 2004 It Fits. It fits. These words to a screen, these words to a mood. They fit. The soundtrack, all frenetic and repetitive (those repetitive beats). They fit. …

…. Their eldest carried flowers, held a dress above the knee that didn’t need holding. She’d seen brides on telly and thought she knew what to do, wouldn’t be told that this wasn’t the thing to do. The flowers she especially liked. Yellow, orange and white, he’d ask to sort…

It wasn’t the day. 2019, May. A year later. The alarm sounded. It was six or something, sometime before the dawn. The shit phone was playing something classical, something someone who works for the phone company thinks sounds classical. It isn’t anything you’d know, not anything famous — or even…

It had been raining, and raining hard, for a full day now. Ever since first she cracked open her eyes in the grey dawn, she had heard the rain on the window, could feel it on the damp tiles above. But then, so often did she confuse the pale grey…

#amwriting Retreat 1, story 2 THE GIRL 05/03/2019 – early morning It wasn’t the day. The alarm sounded, something classical, something someone who works for the phone company thinks sounds classical. It isn’t anything you’d know, not anything famous - or even good. But of the sounds available on this shit phone…

Retreat 1, story 2 — THE RIDOCOLYPSE The doom clock said five minutes to go. Five minutes before the ridocolypse kicked in and everything would be changed forever. Maxim turned to me, his thick, black dreadlocks drooping, his black eyes half closed. Here, take this, I can’t have any more. He passed me the massive…

These nits are the immortal. They have been in one or other of them since before the holidays, on holiday, and now they are back at school. These nits survive. We have blitzed them with chemicals of varying degrees of animal tested, of skin safe and eye safe and humane…

Or, when shouting out is no longer enough — Three nights, four days. Buses and Taxis and Trams. Ponies and Ice Creams and Man! Man! Can you do this, Man can you do this now. Thank you, Shrukren. Habiti, Ma Salama. Mummy, I need this now! They fight, these littles, fight like cats and dogs. It’s mostly in our…