A class act If I was a school bag, where would I hide With my grubby treasures and my slightly funky smell of biscuits and corridors with rows of hooks? I’d be protecting the crumpled letter – Dear Parent or Carer from October – the tops of pencils, the empty maths sets, the homework project, […]
Scroll down for more – 100 words
Scroll down for more How can I steam spinach when scrolling shows me 50 ways with melted cheese? How can I rest on my sofa when scrolling parades relentless high achievers? How can I live modestly when scrolling suggests perfect trainers or scented candles to die for? How can I stay in when scrolling tantalises […]
Not waiting for the 12th night – 100 words
Down paw – 100 words
Down paw Where I live it doesn’t rain instead, a large damp dog arrives drenched, drooling and dirty Its arse – grey-brown and stinking – descends growling low, lowering, filling the blue and crushing. Tail flicks the branches wet pelt obscures skylark skies, joy and our optimistic horizons everything blurs and our ears are full […]
