Death, You Should Have Warned Me You Were Coming

My Nanna and I were close when I was small and blonde. She is one of the people who shaped me into this woman who's writing to you today. This wyrd, crazily enthusiastic, deeply passionate woman who never wants to do life half arsed. But then something happened, and our relationship started to come away… Continue reading Death, You Should Have Warned Me You Were Coming

Arctic Blue

A  flash fiction piece from my upcoming book 'In the hours of Darkness - writings about death and dying.' Arctic Blue I feed you a handful of pancakes and kiss the white, silky top of your head, while you carefully munch. The pancakes are soft, they have to be, and you make so little noise.… Continue reading Arctic Blue