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  • 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 emotions intangible I’ll eat toast at breakfast and cry And not know why Until I remember you broke my heart.…

  • 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 absolute escape so my top ten summer picks either create fantastic stories or have great backgrounds to them.   ‘Lost…

  • 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 A journey of knowing then not knowing but loving   Every millistep   Mixed up and   Now it’s with…

  • 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 occasion but jolted regardless? Perhaps they’d be bright with colour and twinkling like glow-worms; they might dart here and there…

  • 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 the connection. Heels to flats to the balls of my feet and ending with my toes. My steps are considered…

  • 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 quite right; I’ve almost completely doused my arms in the most expensive that Penhaligon’s had to offer and I’ve sneezed…

  • 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 me bleeding all over the carpet. My bedroom has a wooden floor, which delivers sharp heat upon landing but makes for…

  • 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, in which a 13th century trumpeter watchman in the Town Hall Tower on the Main Market Square warned the Krakowians…

  • Where You Are

    It’s impossible to realise what happened where you ended Statements are stark in black and white and steal our breath, punch us in the throat and tear tears from our eyes Your stories are inconceivable and we drown when we try to contain them in bottles. We recognise the salience…

  • Elle Competition Entry – Do you really need a new pair of shoes?

    I started answering this question by not answering the question at all, by composing instead a creative work of fiction, set in Spain and narrated by a high heel. I was very proud of what I’d written and couldn’t wait to have it read. As I’d gotten carried up and…