Sparks Fly

‘Malkie dared me,’ I say, like that explains everything.

Paper Hands

This crumbling nakedness within the opaque lake, a hand reaches and washes away the aches. I smile and she receives … More

An anthology of creative writing from students at the University of Glasgow, in 7 parts under the theme of Past … More

you were secret: a half moon caught by the ocean

When I look at my eldest daughter, my second wife stares back at me. I see it now in my … More

Cheeks pink from skipping, a girl, teeth missing, grins at her name. She swings her legs, asks the candle, will … More

You left America in a haze of the occult Strung out on paranoia, divorce Milk, peppers Tight, white skin Sharp … More

“It’s just…” Rishabh turns another page of the book he is pretending to read, “I don’t like the way he … More

Dedicated to Elisabeth Schiller-Campbell. Blink. Now I’m holding a bundle of flickering string It falls; unravelling I try to gather … More

Hoarding stacks of cassettes for the sound of our burgeoning darkness I dreamt of Wordsworth on the English crags his … More