Stories without Borders
Look out of your windowAnd what do you see?The sting in the Scorpion’s tail;And does it remind you of when you had me?Say, does it remind you at all?Love sparkled like starlightAt midnightEruptedIn showers of passionAnd ended in flameAnd now it’s all over my love can’t you seeThere’s a sting in the Scorpion’s tail? Whenever... Continue Reading →
I moved away to forget you:So far so not so good;I crossed the oceans broad and blueStill found I never could Forget, but yet I built a houseAnd I called it my home:It had a hearth, it had a bedBut it was never warm; I walked for days, wandered the EarthStill thinking that I couldErase... Continue Reading →
This poem is dedicated to my mother, Elizabeth, who died aged 32. Today would have been her 62nd birthday. It's also dedicated to all those who knew and loved her, and to my children who she never got the chance to meet. The loss of my mother also inspired The Tide which could be read... Continue Reading →
Poem of the day: La Belle Dame sans Merci by John Keats, 1819. Perhaps my favourite opening lines of any poem: O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms Alone and paley loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake And no birds sing. The metre, that final line - it's pure music. And the last two... Continue Reading →
This is a short fiction about grief and loss that I wrote after losing my sister. The details in the story are fictional, but the depiction of bereavement and my reaction to it are real. I caught the train by seconds that morning. My sister was already on board. I missed the train by seconds... Continue Reading →