The Tower - Or, Election Day, 2016

"At some point, the paper-thin cracks began to form and reality pushed through, all claws and teeth and hatred. Hope and belief exited, leaving a vacuum to pull all the dark things in. I wanted to run away. I wanted to book the first flight home to Mum and Dad in the middle of nowhere, on their sheep farm in rural Wales where nothing ever happens.


Nowhere else felt safe, or far enough away from this country that I suddenly hated deep down in the marrow and the cell and the push of blood inside me. What kind of country wants to be ‘great’, I thought? What kind of a country is willing to pay for it with blood?"


Full article published in Standard Issue magazine here.

Letter To A Past Me


"Go to the theatre, to dinner, on holiday, for a walk. It’s bittersweet, but it’s wonderful to stand at the top of the Empire State Building, or see a sunset and want to turn to someone beside you and share in how bloody brilliant life can be and have no one there.

But one day, there will be someone there, and it will be sweet without the bitter, and it will be because you have done, and can do things alone."

Full article published in Standard Issue Magazine here.