A short piece I wrote a while ago. It was an exercise in the second person, which is an odd tense to write in but I really warmed to it.
The final part of this short story / extract from a book not yet written…
Another short piece, this time on the theme of work (loosely).
A Villanelle poem written for my creative writing course at City Lit.
[Image credit: Noaa Office of Ocean Exploration, found on The Guardian website]
Just came across this article on The Guardian this morning too about toxic pollution found in the deepest ocean trench on Earth, so makes the poem ever more topical.
A follow-on from Part I posted a few days ago.
This was meant to be much shorter, but seemed to flow out of nowhere. Haven’t edited much due to lack of time. Please comment! Parts II and III to follow.
I wrote these (and many more!) on a recent train journey. I have a feeling trains are the best place for me to write.