I wish I was someone else, Someone good. I found a note on my phone that read: But there’s nothing there! There’s nothing here for me or anyone else. I can’t believe I’ve attached so much to stale tobacco on an armchair or not texting back. I don’t want to see something beautiful mowed down… Continue reading Golden hour
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A Review of Commonwealth by Ann Patchett
Ann Patchett's sprawling domestic novel begins in 60s Los Angeles at a suburban christening party. The reader is immediately planted in the middle of the action and given a panoramic view of the scene. When handsome Bert arrives with a bottle of gin we see an almost comical jump to action as men roll up their shirtsleeves to… Continue reading A Review of Commonwealth by Ann Patchett
October/Panther
I wrote these pieces in my second year of university in Brighton (2014). They were published (sort of) in the short fiction anthology that year. Last night someone told me I needed a reality check, and it made me miss this time a lot, which is ironic because at the time I was writing about… Continue reading October/Panther
April
This was the first creative piece I wrote on my MA at Sussex, and it received a *mixed* response. It occurred to me a while back that I probably owe you an explanation as to why I stayed behind. In the beginning it was all I could do to look out of the window and… Continue reading April
Letters for Rent 