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Right now he's just another young man walking down his street, through his hometown, near the city, and no one is looking at him. No...

1. Famous Raincoat: Them Were The Days! -- RIP Leonard Cohen (1924 – 10 Nov 2016)* Ah torrential stadium shows to flatbed truck groupies,...

Elise cups the gingerbread baby in her hand and breathes in his spiced scent. One arm curves up to his mouth, as if sucking a thumb for...

I’m going to try cinnamon next. A lady on the internet said it gets rid of them like a ‘miracle’ and it ‘makes your house smell great!’...

He is standing still with the rain falling in stinging drops on his cheeks. The wind is blowing as wind does and tousles his hair around...

People walking along the hectic streets. People running around our majestic parks. Humans talking to loved ones quite loudly on...

The branches reach skyward, its split ebony bark, bent and twisted. How they curl at their tips: avidity shaped it thus. That fervour was...

I wring the last few drops of breath out of my lungs, conducted by the Psalter. My unsprung lungs a pair of skins for drawing water. Will...

Heidi smiled for the first time in months, and I was afraid that it wouldn’t last. A woman at the next table asked to see the chef. Heidi...

pulling out a seed to plant we dig and dig beneath the surface we grow one journey to leave another seeking the hemmed edges of other...

Molly kicks her heels together in too-small pumps. Shards of glass scatter around her as she looks at the church clock and sighs. Still...

It was mainly because I was fed up with it all: sick and tired of all the fighting between republicans and democrats; sick and tired of...

Smog shrouds my city in a thick, yellow gauze. It clings to my eyes as I run, stinging them with tears. I squint, ...

My mother asks when will I get married and I reply very Jamaican-like that ‘every hoe have dem stick a bush—’ before I can finish she...

Mary knew tricks to stop herself floating away. She weighed her shoes down with guilt; what would her elderly mother do without her? When...

The slant of light that shapes this unfinished room looks structural. Some celestial architect has poured this molten form to show that...

I see a man so tender with his lover that it makes my salivary glands ache as though I’ve bitten into something long craved,...

I’m three years-old and tearing around a playground with another boy, while our mothers smoke cigarettes and gossip. We take it in turns...

‘Dark as the midnight hour I’m bright as the morning sun’ but under the moonlight would you look at me the same? Divided into tribes The...