Amsterdam — Somehow I’ve found myself in a room bustling with all the languages of Europe—they’re mixing out in the dusty air around me; Dutch and German, Greek and French, others are arguing in Romanian (or perh...
Reading — She spent her days ordering circles, squares and rectangles of color on a page. In her dreams however, in that alternate universe where she might become anything else at a moment’s notice, she believe...
Nottingham — My hometown was obliterated during the war. Hitler’s Luftwaffe had destroyed the lovely pier and the docks, hoping to eradicate the strong Navy presence in and around Plymouth, historically one of th...
In Search of Color
With teeth of metal and glass
The Great Unbundling
You’re not welcome here.
Deep breaths in St Paul's Cathedral.
The daydreams of a book designer
The comforts of the siren
You must bleed for it.
I guess I'm already there.