On Sunday evening

On Sunday evening, the house was still and I was still. The flowers on the table, brought in from the…

Perimenopausal journeys

I remember coming home from school, sometime towards the end of primary school I think, to the spectacle of my…

Steeped Anger

  This anger steeps and stews, lives in cunt folds and bruises, hears footsteps at nightfall, feels blows before they…