Based in Gloucestershire, UK. I write poetry and short stories.
Loneliness woke me up. Or was it the men on the tracks behind the garden? They wear red vests. They look like lanterns in the dark.
By Joseph4 years ago in Fiction
I’m terrified of our children. I can be washing my hair or taking a call for work. Then comes the roar. Danny will roar until I lose my temper or cry. If I stay silent and composed, he will roar for most of the day, until his throat burns. He doesn’t act this way towards the baby-sitter or my husband. It is only me that he tests every day, since his fifth birthday party at the beginning of summer break. John and I thought it was toothache at first. There was the possibility of some kind of behavioural problem.
She used to bite me, one of the sisters. Now they sit opposite one another, as they do every Tuesday, watching lumps of brown sugar dissolve into black coffees. There's a kind of silence between them that is heavy and secretive, their own unspoken language. Separate islands sharing the same understandings.
By Joseph4 years ago in Horror
Before there were flags and banners on high, we came together without hesitation, burning the air in flames and light,
By Joseph5 years ago in Poets
