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Adam’s stag-do was a medieval banquet in a disused fish-market. What’s more, females were invited. It was very cold, almost like being..

Queen Anne was sat opposite me. She was silent and had tears in her eyes. I asked her what was up. “Edward’s story, it’s so sa..

The night was drawing to a close. Everywhere I looked I saw fragments of cheese and bread, pools of wine and parts of the costumes. Many of the Que..

Draft one:

A poem from nowhere - perhaps the bottom of the sea?

There's the bitter truth, at the bottom of the pint glass. Between white wash walls, wooden beams, freshly painted ..

Holding that little hand inside my palm, like a lady bird ready to take off, I hear the muffled words, ‘I Iron you, I iro..

You lure me to lift from my face this dark veil, so I can see you right and focus on the flo..