Fizz

She would often think about murder. She would wonder how it must feel, to want to kill somebody. She wondered how someone reached the point where they are murdering their ...

The morning of June 27th was clear and sunny, with the fresh warmth of a full-summer day. These days filled Matthaus' mind with thoughts of his childhood home in Rostock, ...

It was your favourite time of day when I missed you most, just before the sunset, when everything is golden. It really is so beautiful, so alive with light and ...

Peter had never liked green beans, nor did he particularly like Sundays, which had always made Sunday roasts somewhat difficult. Sundays smelled like bread and were dreadfully dull; in fact ...

This is a story about silence. But also a story about music and loneliness. It’s a story about serving coffee to strangers, and driving fast with the windows down. There ...

The lighthouse was made redundant in 1999. The lights were not removed, but made powerless by officials with clipboards. Its position now on the cliff was sentimental; it was a ...

Short free-form poem.

One big soppy metaphor.

A poem about Noah, on a cloud

A short poem that needs your love.

Inspired by 'this is water'