Poetry
Brief Encounter
Brief Encounter The whistle sighed and the carriage rattled, a damp, languid steam that lingers in the air – no hurry, just the tentative breath of London at night. Two strangers lean over a
Read more →Buyer
In the bustling aisle of a Tesco, a buyer moves between the quiet rows— his basket a humble cairn, tapping a shell of plastic against the weight of choices, his fingers hunting for
Read more →A Woman Under the Influence
A Woman Under the Influence In the dimming light of the late‑night pub, she sits with a pint of bitter and a heart of amber, the steam curling around her wrist like the
Read more →Attic
In the Quiet Attic Above the kitchen’s clatter, above the late‑afternoon light, There lies a cramped, cobwebbed attic, a hushed, secretive spire. Mould‑yellowed exposure, the dust‑stirring monsoon of night, Where memories coil in trunks,
Read more →Scrooge
In the dim glow of an old‑fashioned streetlamp, Mr Scrooge shuffles with his brass‑trimmed coat, His eye a fraction dimmer than a rabbit‑stomach lamp, And his knuckles clutch the ledger’s brittle note. He
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