Paul told Holly ‘no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.’ But Paul hadn’t lived there that long. Paul didn’t have lurking men and ghosts of dead brothers. Paul didn’t have the wishes that Holly had, for a better life and better people in it. Paul didn’t have years of history in that unfurnished apartment, of failed plans and...


Clinging to people like stones on shorelines of island, the fates crash me into and rip me out of too soon, skin tearing as the departure is forced and cruel. An ode to never knowing if it’s leaving or going, as the word is thrown around too loose for lips like these, Velcro pealing crack as I plead for no doors to be...


I wore this the other weekend. As Manchester celebrated pride in glorious sunshine, I wandered around the packed streets in this dress, grasping the material in one hand like I was descending stairs in a ballgown. Feels like a stupid scene to describe, who did I think I was? Well, I thought I was royalty, I was the shit, I was a goddess....