Creative

‘Becoming’

                                               I am the moon     but instead of the moon moon    I am a dirty mirror moon    A sticky toffee pudding moon   with forbidden decadence                         A painful moon with a painful moon heart                                                  and in pain          in cries      for new stars around me                 in desperation for my old […]

Flash Fiction: Carotene

I look outside to see the trees shimmy out of their skin. Leaves spiral down, sounding like soft footfalls.