Sarah Lamptey

Writing

  • Rise

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  • Chapter One

    On a still, silent street it hunches under a dim lamppost. The light drops, rounds the figure’s back and falls to a puddle at its feet. Around, a few lost… Read more

  • Notes on Broken Hearts

    If you break my heart It will shatter into small coloured pieces That made up my love for you. They will sadden my body My veins for their vessel My… Read more

  • My Intoxication Reason

    (This is a creative piece based on my original review in The Independent – http://www.independent.co.uk/travel/uk/the-intoxication-season-at-kew-gardens-review-not-enough-drugs-refund-please-9782377.html) I often describe myself as “all or nothing” and it’s a relief that I’ve never been… Read more

  • Summer Music Picks for 2014! Old and new stories…

    I present and exec-produce Back To The Future Sounds, a music series celebrating the vinyl and the digital music worlds on London Live. As for many of us, music is my… Read more

  • Unworthy

    Unworthy Of the heart in your eyes now Of the heart that’s there then not, or apparent   A childhood of wanting approval An adulthood of stubbornness yet wanting approval… Read more

  • At That Moment

    What would happen at that moment? Would my body shriek with the shock of the slam, while all the atoms inside exploded into Big Bang-like crazed activity, unsure of the… Read more

  • The River

    I have crossed this footbridge many times but still I take each step slowly. I approach, and each heel meets the ground and falls heavy as I make sure of… Read more

  • Perfume and Rings

    Jonny Lair is coming to dinner. He’ll be here in 22 minutes and I’m upstairs, at the top of the house, dabbing at my wrists with perfume. Dabbing. That’s not… Read more

  • The Questions of God. Don’t Ask Them

    The questions of God have struck me repeatedly over the years, but I’ve been open and they’ve jumped me often and brutally in the last few months. Occasionally they knock me right out and leave… Read more

  • Krakow and the Magic of the Main Market Square

    Krakow is a city of stories, stories which reflect its rich, powerful and at periods deeply disturbing history. One of the many I heard was of the Trumpeter of Krakow,… Read more