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I want to be the girl with the most cake
Through my 20s, I still believed in that future vision, that I could soar in my career and creative ventures, stilettos on, man at side, one child in my handbag …
Paper Snowflakes
As the cymbals crashed and the violins swooned, the girls twirled around in white Broderie Anglais dresses, spinning like ethereal wraiths in a momentary merry game. Some were mere girl-lings, …
Pagan happenings on every corner
The other night, I was driving my car - the only car on a long, winding road - high, jagged, ice-age rocks and dense clusters of towering pine trees behind …
The perils of an overactive imagination
Old Native American tribes believed that when you took a photo of someone, you stole their soul. I've always wondered, according to the belief, what happens to that soul - …
Desperately seeking… diversity in childrens’ books
There are a few non-white faced characters in books and cartoons, but they often live in jungles or in distant countries and they wear nothing but pants (gotta love Kipling) or …
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What’s in a name?
I had found my tribe amongst London’s club kids and show queens and other such tender renegade types. We all had fantabulous character names that we’d given ourselves, and no …
Phantasmagoria
She opened her mouth to scream, but the darkness poured in, suffocating her as it wrapped around her like a shroud...
The Pursuit Of It
The promise of drama hung about him, invisibly though somehow noticeably, breaking up and scrambling random atoms whenever he entered a room...
We are All Mad Here
The receptionist with the pearlised lips was sashaying back over towards him. Her frosty little mouth was moving exaggeratedly. She stood under him by his desk...
To the Waves
Lying awake that night they both wondered how it could be possible to lie so close to someone and yet be so far away...
