She’s singing again why can’t she understand me? I know the others need her, three but more so do I so I get louder, why? But need is in order please pick me up I’m more important ah, I like that song calm down, not…

  ABILITY I thought I could become a Mathematician Till I came across Differentiability I thought I could become a Chemist Till I came across Malleability I thought I could become a cook Till I came across palatability I thought I could be a gymnast…

Hour 6 One fine day I went for a walk There came a dog And began to bark   I cried for help But no-one was there Suddenly appeared a Goblin Who came from nowhere   He was a small fellow With a long long…

(This was a catchy title, was it not.) Welcome, I’m narrator Melson with an M, Not Nelson with an N. This is not a fucking joke I should not even be telling you about this story Because one day I will have to pay the…

It’s August still and yet the field edges are unseasonably alight. Great stands of hawthorn hedges, the most ancient in all of Cheshire, loaded so heavily with scarlet fruit bend over you, into the wet wildflower meadows created in the crook of the River Mersey,…

You’ve come to me in a dream again. This time it’s exactly a year since you left us, after fist fighting with death until there was no fight left. Now here you are- radiant and giddy, “Fine as frog’s hair,” unencumbered by aging or illness……

Home haunted a whisper wafts against skin tendrils of white, within a scent mirrors death, old shivering begins in mold a flash, something dark lay beyond something brittle and twisted, lurks on deeper, a feeling of fear hangs alone, the heart triple bangs dread, it’s…

….and then she found an old traditional recipe by her foremothers, forwarding it to her future self…   Ingredients   1 cup of inner anguish, neatly chopped. A selection of treasured recollections from happier times. There are several pinches of silent ideas that want to…

I feel your breath in my air In my empty bed, my empty room Your scent reachs me from beoynd A mix of hunger, rose and mint Crawling up my nostrils Into my memories, pulling out tears Dreams and nightmares crowd my body My heart…

Crow creative problem-solver, undaunted by human encroachment, she uses traffic lights to crack her nuts and gather them only when traffic is stopped, prophetic symbol of transformation, soaring on wings of freedom linking the living and the dead, with gratitude. messenger of Lord Yama, ruler…