Completely safe in Colwyn Bay We know a man, you see – well, we don’t know him, but we’re certain he was nowhere in the vicinity on that January night when the Victorian pier finally came undone, collapsed, gave up its ghosts. We do not speculate – aloud...

      ‘Dolls cannot stand alone’ #adollslife You want the life of a Barbie doll— the pink dream house, fancy dresses, driving Ferraris, riding My Little Ponies, being married to a man as perfect as you, whilst having occasional trysts with He-Man. Those...

      In Her Bones I discover her just off Pier Road, sitting on the bench that overlooks the river. Draped on the wooden slats, right femur resting on left, Agnes is completely at home in her two hundred and six bones. Relieved of padding and muscle,...

      Noticing how The snow has changed us, softened our faces, a glint in our eyes.  We perceive other differently; perhaps because of the way we drove more slowly, appreciating the need to take more care on the corners, or use the gears instead of the...

    Scrappedbooks China fragments sank into the ceiling pond. Drifts of weaponised magazines rose from the grass. Ochre splashed with primary blocks, exclamation marks the outline sharp, even through the brume. An upturned caravan echoes a tombstone. Pulped...