Found the Moon in a puddle all by itself without a sky it had those sad cat eyes like a young Cybill Shepard Mix our atoms mesh our ashes...

love /ləv/ Noun 1. When you watch the moon revolve around the earth, you wonder whether the earth even realizes the moon is keeping him...

A biro nib traces over my unknown leg, the message it tries to write is unclear. Bad decisions all around me, the crumb of a chicken...

About Zoe Brooks: Zoe Brooks worked with disadvantaged communities in London and East Oxford before returning to her native...

The image of you being warned and shot by two cops sinks and drowns in my brain; sometimes your ghost baby eyes open, question me - "When...

What you don’t realise, Madame Laurent declares Is that every sixteen-year-old is beautiful. The boys titter, looking around the class. A...

It wasn’t what we went looking for. We went for flint axe heads. The farmer, before my parents, had found axe heads beside the crumbling...

When words weave wonder Pen meets paper as ink spills. Tightly coiled spirals of loose-leaf fibers float. Muddy puddles of blue, black,...

Runaway This crown of feathers masked strangers bestowed upon me makes my eyes itch to the point of tears, tears that roll down my cheeks...

I suppose, it is easy to forget shadows. How they move and feel. Their utter nothingness at the edge of vision. Tendrils ...