Take Macbeth and Shove it

30 years ago, I would have told you that Macbeth, in fact any play or poem by Shakespeare, was a complete waste of time. Admittedly I was 17 years [...]

After School Anxiety

Chapped skin under a scalding shower, Beth rubbed at a patch of mud on her calf. The games mistress ticked names off the register as the girls filed through [...]

A Murder of Crows

The recruiter was well spoken, his accent barely betraying that English was not his mother tongue. He had several deep scars across his hands and arms. I was sure [...]

Kill Your Idols

I joined a Writer’s Group to drink red wine with friends. I would use words like hubris, eclectic and hegemony so that it was clear to them I knew [...]


In the city, strangers pass close enough to catch the smell of coffee or cigarettes on their breath or the perfume of intercourse as they hurriedly make their way [...]

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