The importance of self-love and care

the agony of doing your readings

A poem on human traffic at university

A poem on the transience of summer

A short story about a child whose name will never be known.

A surreal poem on a classic character

Characters and travels from a summer break

He didn’t know why he was there. It was stupid, coming to the beach by himself to do absolutely nothing. He hadn’t come here to swim or to shop, to sunbathe or to eat, but just to sit here and do nothing. Observe, maybe? He didn’t know. He had just come. But he’d had to…

A poem on starting university

A poem on leaving the nest