Bottles

Where did Mummy hide the bottles? Oh, look there's three under the seat! Where did Mummy hide the bottles? Silly Mummy, there's four behind the door! Where did Mummy hide the bottles? Oops! There's five on the drive! Where did Mummy hide the bottles? Oh dear, there's six by the bricks! Where did Mummy hide … Continue reading Bottles

Why Don’t You Write Anymore?

I feel like sometimes I have these stories floating inside me, like worms trapped in my stomach eating at my insides. Parasites resting in my brain between the grey-pink folds of me. Most of the time I barely care, like an old oak being strangled by ivy, I hardly notice the infestation. I engulf myself … Continue reading Why Don’t You Write Anymore?