Risk. This was written as a spoken-word poem, it was made to be read aloud. I’d known you for years, we grew up in the same town I used...

Who do you ask when nobody knows? How do you get to where nobody goes? How do you speak words as yet unspoken? How do you fix what was...

Mutare (Noun. M-you-tar-ray) Mutare. That’s what they’re called. Mutare. They say, they all have blue eyes – that in direct sunlight,...

You’ve googled it, haven’t you? ‘Things we don’t know we’re consuming’, or something similar along those lines. You’ve clicked on various...

Jessie Jones lived for Christmas. From the reindeers to the ribbon, the turkey to the tinsel - she loved everything about it. And to top...

There once was a mouse In a very large house He’d often been seen But blessed had he been For days he just hid So no one could rid That...

“License and registration, please.” He recited, monotone. “Of course.” She casually responded as she dragged her bag onto her lap from...

The Clock I hate the way, the hands, they dance Number to number they mockingly prance As if, somehow, they gleefully know My heart is...

She stood there – deep blue eyes alive with curiosity, slightly slouched shoulders, drowning in over-sized uniform. Ethan turned towards...

Disgusting. Everything. Top to bottom. Filth. It’s as if I’d never lived here - as if no one had ever lived here. My childhood memories,...