Free verse poetry

Far More Bitter Than Sweet

A luxury I can no longer feel

The Window at St Mary’s Church Luttington

A ghost story

Christian James

Poetry

With his close-cropped hair and his tattoos here and there
With his thin pale face and his…

I See Dead People

A poem

Phantoms drift through city streets,
their wispy forms brushing past the living,
unseen…

FICTION

A Digital Guide to Longevity

A chapter from — The Man Who Stopped Aging — the…

Be Alive

Sometimes you have to learn to believe in the magic of the smallest things in life

Always Near

Poetry

Let’s be close, really close, but not too much,
so the one we adore doesn’t feel out of touch.