I miss the smell of families – Funky, loud, unabashedly visceral. Granddad’s chest hair was wiry; sourly Vinegary, reeked like baked conkers. Nana’s...
You are scared of trains buses planes ISIS kids that kick bottles the pimple on your foot next week's deadlines war bankruptcy mugging the woman you...
I am a Capricorn, Yes that's me. Small, lean and goaty, Don't mess with me. I carry the stars in my mind, The world in my step, Gritty and goaty, Yes...
Swipe me, Right me. Discover I'm Tight, me. Anyway you Like me. I'm alright, me. Do ya like me? I give you my Little tinder pieces; Little firesticks...
Granddad and I walked perfectly in step on the way home. A still, conspiratorial silence, cut with the crunch of sherbet saucers and the pat pat pat of our boots.