Headlining with Veronica Aaronson at the Watchet Literary Festival 21/02/26, 2-3.15 pm.
https://wordsinwatchet.com/
Hiding Place
The neighbour’s toddler is under our table fists and feet flailing, my mother’s spine glacial, and I’m sat on the banquette eating kedgeree, fish flying around my head in a halo. We root up to another country, mountains crow-barred out of me, and now it’s me sheltering under a bed, years pass through me, the…
Confessional
I’m sixteen, home for the holidays, hovering round Mum who pulls wet washing from the drum, when an old lover of hers tumbles out with the load like waters breaking, the narrow utility room dimming to confessional. Then coat hanger-hooked out slips a back street clinic, followed by Mum crouched on the loo in her…
