Sarah Lamptey

Writing

  • Rise

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  • March For True Colours

    By Sarah Lamptey     I’m mixed-raced; my father was brought up in England to Ghanaian parents and my mother is English. I’ve always lived in either Surrey or London… Read more

  • Swiss Lips: The Album Review

    The self-titled debut album from Manchester band, Swiss Lips, has been a long time coming, having signed to Sony in 2011. Frontman Sam Hammond has been Twitter-vocal about record label strife… Read more

  • Strange Pain

    Your words sliced through, I was in two Walking fast away from you Question marks from what would make You want to make a strange heart break? Who dreamed of… Read more

  • Sleeping With The Light On

    Sleeping with the light on And I’m no child. My night’s been wilder Than the deepest jungle At midnight and I’m riled For it’s silly to be Sleeping with the… Read more

  • Chapter 5

    Samuel and Theodore believed that Maxwell couldn’t speak but they were mistaken. Ten years ago Samuel and Theodore had been heated-debating. It may have been about whether ducks really were… Read more

  • Chapter 4

    Again, night. Benjie lay where he was left, at the side of the road. The light from the lamppost reached him and warmed his side. One pair of shoes passed… Read more

  • Chapter 3

    Shortly after, Winston was on his shift. He started at Putney Bridge and as usual began to remove the chewing gum from the pavement. It was easier now that they… Read more

  • Chapter 2

    They had been waiting all day for night’s desolation and now it was time. The feathers had fluttered since 2.42pm when Benjie had been hit by a car. The tyre… Read more

  • Central Park, New York City, Day 1

    A feeling such as reading the most beautiful, most vivid book. Sounds are so clear, colours are too bright to be true. Or is it a vision I’ve created so often… Read more

  • Notes on hugs from my two ladies

    All-encompassing hugs from my two ladies. Their weight I admired – me, the mathematician, the calorie wizard, the difficult guest at a dinner party and in general. Their joy and… Read more