On Reading Aloud

I have a dream, well, perhaps more of a desire really, to be able to stand up in front of an audience of my peers and read some of my written work aloud. I used to be quite good at it when I was at school, with my teachers often choosing me to read aloud […]

Glass Ghosts

Every time I remember you It hurts. Like falling on a bruise. Most days it is almost too easy To forget. Until I press the memory. The pain smarts as a reminder, Of things that once were, And now are lost and gone. So I sweep up the past and tidy it away. Only pull […]