All night, the vines held tight to the trellis, struggling green fingers strangling wood, grape-bodies hanging heavy, their skins...

There it was: the twisting, rusting, metallic ruin of my past whose oily creases shimmered iridescent against the onyx of half-forgotten...

Morning's playful light dances easy through your blinds as willow warblers chime in on the dawn-song of the robin and wisteria...

Press play before reading "Yes. They’ll forget us. Such is our fate, there is no help for it. What seems to us so serious, significant,...

At long last the tidal wave was over and I slinked out of my girdled mind like the inner body of a snake escaping its tight, battered...

The Naughty Step To be intelligent enough to introspect is to become burdened with inspecting the illusion of your intellect. Mum doesn’t...

Lingering on the stairwell, I promise to walk away, knowing that the door must shut for these windows to open. Being sentimental, and...

After Chelsea DesAutels Start this one with the woman falling from the sky. Or the building - it doesn't matter. What matters is she's...

I walked and walked but I didn't get small. My blisters didn't heal but my belief in you shrunk, and, yes, I have always wanted to know...

Admist the noise of the past 12 hours, I never expected a stranger's nonchalant Tweet to affect my mood the most... Perhaps it’s my...

I work for (in my opinion) a fascinating company that uses machine learning to forecast risk and outcomes on major construction projects....

Long story short, I went to see Gillian Anderson talking about sexual fantasy and desire following the release of her new book 'Want'...

A series - idea for a book, bit of fun - only got a few letters but it's something to work towards. The opening: Dear Reader, As a child...

Last night my phone was stolen. On a date. Fucking brilliant. The scene in my shower this morning was comically tragic: Pocketful of...