One summer's day, thirteen-year-old Kirsty-Lee comes home from school to find her father has left...
This is seventeen-year-old Ruth's story of her determination to find a place for herself in a wor...
'Words are magic. I have delighted in them all my life - an early memory is of myself on my swing...
The poet Sylvia Plath wrote in 'Black Rook in Rainy Weather', 'let spotted leaves fall as they fa...
I don't take photographs. Or paint. Instead I use words as my medium - my way of capturing what I...
This collection of short stories - probably my last - is made up of remnants, snippets of dreams,...
One summer's day, thirteen-year-old Kirsty-Lee comes home from school to find her father has left...
I don't take photographs. Or paint. Instead I use words as my medium - my way of capturing what I...
'Words are magic. I have delighted in them all my life - an early memory is of myself on my swing...
The poet Sylvia Plath wrote in 'Black Rook in Rainy Weather', 'let spotted leaves fall as they fa...
This collection of short stories - probably my last - is made up of remnants, snippets of dreams,...