A Dream

I dream of ghosts, fluid as smoke, converging on moonlit avenues lined with silver birches; a landscape of coolest blues and softest greys wrapping around me, filling my lungs, blurring into a steely sea, waves rising and falling, thrashing and writhing, beneath blackening clouds, heavy with rain. I dream of you, emerging from the mist … Continue reading



She leaves the house in the morning, surrounded by the completeness, the simple fullness of summer. And everything is as it should be; the dependable sound of her shoes hitting the path into the woods, the deliberate crunching of stones and dirt underfoot, correspond perfectly to the tightening of the muscles in her legs as she … Continue reading