Monday, September 21, 2015

The Murder Of A Clock

Before you, each minute was sixty seconds long. But now they are much longer.

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Win Signed Copies of How To Be Happy

I’m incredibly proud to announce that my new collection of poetry and short stories, How To Be Happy, is now available at Barnes & Noble. 

To celebrate, I’ll be randomly sending out a signed copy once a week for the next few weeks. Take a selfie with the book at Barnes & Noble to enter.

If you include a note about what makes you happy in the picture, I’ll count it as two entries. 

Enter and tag me or let me know on Instagram, twitter or Facebook.


P.S. Thank you to everyone who's already purchased it, it's quite a personal collection of work and I'm never sure how something I do will be received. The fact that it's resonated with some people means a lot and it's the reason I write: It makes me feel less alone. 

Thank you.

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

The Glass Sphere

Even if you are made of night, try to be made of more starlight than darkness.

Thursday, September 10, 2015

The Familiar Corners

In every city, every building has a room with corners that are completely familiar to the people inside it. And if you think about it like that, nothing is strange at all.

What might be unthinkable for you, might be everyday, for me.

Monday, September 7, 2015

The Reflection In Someone Else's Eyes

There is an innocent but selfish part of you that wants to love and be loved because you know being loved will make you want to be worthy of being loved. 

There is a part of you that just wants to see the kind of person you could be, through someone else's eyes.

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

The Lack Of Complete Beauty

No one is completely beautiful and everyone has an ugly side.

To be completely beautiful, you would have to know this and yet love everyone regardless.

Thursday, August 27, 2015

The Art Of Being Born

You're not supposed to remember being born so you can only imagine what it was like, looking at the world for the first time and just weeping at all the ugliness and all the beauty that you saw in it. And crying for the first time, that feeling in your chest and then your eyes suddenly became water and salt. Touching someone else's skin for the first time and realising that at least, you're not alone here.

I don't know if not remembering all of that is lucky or unlucky.