She wanted for more. Friends, family, career were not enough. She wanted for all. She wished to have The power to turn all she
She missed sex the most. She thought it was funny how it just stopped. One day she’d been having it quite regularly and then poof!
Pristine black felt shoulders slope upwards to a high collar that meets salt and pepper Sergeant Major hair. Not one crumb of dandruff, dust, not
She’s around the same age as me, middling. A weathered lump of a woman with mousey hair that sits in raggedy locks and swishes on
A little sucking sound rouses my attention. There the soft, pink crown of a tiny head rests on the crook of a mother’s arm. Thin
‘How’s Mummy this afternoon?’. Her tone, sharp as a dagger, pecked my ears as I carefully closed the front door behind her. ‘Hope I didn’t
The Christmas lights blinked. Same as always. Reassuringly the same. They proclaimed the season over the city like a town crier. I closed my eyes
Make-up your face Throw up your food Join the rat race Always be good Smile at nurse At doctor bow Time to rehearse He’ll see
I love my new shoes, I think to myself as I gaze all of the five-feet-five down to my toes. Like a sign that would
For this project I have written about characters I have encountered at events in Edinburgh. The name and origin I have made up according to
Urban haiku By Debbie Giggle Big Issue Scylla and Watchtower Charybdis force boots on minced kebab
The blazing sunshine prizes my tired eyes open while the familiar roar of the crashing sea waves awaken my ears. I sit up. Oh wait.
The mug of hot chocolate was cold now. It had stopped steaming some time ago, when i had ceased to look into his eyes and
Written by Otis Shaw I remember the smell of piss stained carpets, broken lifts in Mile End, squat parties in Hackney and cheap Morrocan dope. I remember
Archangel Someone with such grace and class Was always going to be admired. I recall our decadent dinners, And your rich ramblings, And your heavenly
A spider web of bare branches tangle with gelid air. Webs of naked silver birch trees trap Pacific sunsets in warmer sands.
Kneeling on the bathroom floor, the tiles were painfully cold on my bare legs. I shuffled as much as I could in the restricted space
A to B The rows of faces stared straight ahead identical expressions, focused on the world outside instead of the one they temporarily occupied.
A Much Bigger Conversation Richard Holloway Leaving Alexandria: A Memoir of Faith and Doubt The Assembly Roxy, 2 Roxburgh Place, Edinburgh, EH8 9SU Monday, 22