Ghosts
For my Granny Keith I don’t believe in life after death, hauntings or voices from the grave. I think what we need from people we loved,...
Days That Change
Have you lost your mind? Where’s your sense of humour? My mind goes everywhere it can, it loves to travel. My sense of humour is not on...
Watching Glastonbury
I went to festivals when I was younger, bare faced, muddy and skint in charity shop velvet and cords. No subtlety in our taste for pretty...
Mum Flu
My body is fighting a virus. My joints ache, my head hurts. Through the night I couldn’t sleep for shivering, my teeth chattered, despite...
Snake Venom
I bought some cream for my face. It was on offer and I’m nearly forty. Snake Venom, it said, will instantly freeze your wrinkles. I...
Good Boys/ Bad Boys
It’s Heathcliff’s fault, and River Phoenix and Pete Doherty didn’t help much. It becomes a habit. Of course, no one is good or bad, there...
Forest of Birse
Paddling in the cold peaty water, the river stole his left jelly shoe and my right flip-flop. He uses the slimy wooden weir as a slide....
G for Good
I like it when people have harmless rituals against their fears. She walks past the piano, and plays a G for good. She will salute a...
Throwing Cheese at the Space Birds
Mummy, imagine if there was a tree as big as twenty-eight million thousand school buses, and it went up as high as the moon? Would you...
City Walking
I have only a finite number of steps for city walking. Glamour, squalor, edification and dereliction crowd me like the filthy pigeons. It...