Creative Writing BA (Hons) – First Class

I love writing stories and poetry, and I’m an avid reader.


On Sunday,before Mum’s cancer was confirmedwinter yawned a warm shiverand wee white buds—still with a boreal bite—popped from dark-bark spindles,      yet to leaf,phosphorescent against blue-black hueslike earth stars discarded from the sky. I nipped outside and snipped thebaby branches from the main trunk,rehoming them indoors, redressingthe air with decaying base notes,topped with a…


What would you wish for as you blew out twelve candles my unborn seedling.


Below rugged earth by Fairy Hill, my roots are entangled in bones relieved of soft flesh


Twilight blinks upon the road a lifeless deer Pearl balled in mirrored eye.


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