The Words We Write

The raindrops fall like small water bombs on the pavement. Their splash reminiscent of the dust clouds from explosions. “Rain in war...

Photoshop Me #Healthy

I sleep with two blankets to keep warm and five pillows to keep my head elevated. 69 says the thermometer on the wall. Coughing can keep...

Writing without a Recipe

“Can’t start a fire, can’t start a fire without a spark”: singing at the top of my lungs, I dance around in my kitchen – glass of wine in...

Fernweh

(First published in the 2017 edition of The Peacock's Feet) ”Sacre Coeur” by Tina Dickow – lyrics in italics Poison racing through my...