LOBSTER SEASON
This is not the job she dreamt of: boiling lobsters in pots for the loud-mouthed elite - the bigoted champagne strawberry crowd. She...
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THE HOLDERNESS COAST OF THE NORTH SEA
I thought that blue was the colour of lips in summer and only girls from Goole could really do the Rubix Cube.
NOT LIKE A MOLLUSC IN A PEARLY SHELL
More like a wife, curved thigh to thigh and sculpted back to belly: held tight by tattoed arms and warmed.
Hotel. Echo.
A holiday in Whitby. A gypsy. And me. Red faced and eager anxious – heart beating and shallow breathing – catching the taste of fate from...
FROM LONDON TO MARGATE
London St Pancras Imagine a city painted in silver-sewn elephant dung – daubed up to the nines and shaped in shards and domes. This is a...
THIS IS A FUCKING HOLIDAY
When you say ‘staycation’ it makes me want to shove you into a suitcase with no wheels and heft you into the boot at 6am so we can drive...
CHATHAM LIBRARY
The girl has shoes on her feet – hand-me-downs, scuffed in and comfy – with petrol fume lungs and a head full of stories. “Ours was the...
SPOOK
Hollow ice ghosts skate the causeway to Horrid Hill: long left low lying
THE U-BOAT AND THE WHALE
Undercurrent echoes of living flesh sing through half-sunken subs: sounds that, leaving Lincolnshire and heading South, bounce around The...
PEOPLE WHO EXPECT NOTHING
‘You’ve got your tit out a bit,’ a Margate youth points politely, speaks quietly. I say, ‘What?’ and then look down. Oh fuck. I tug at my...
PORCELAIN
Mixed by an alchemist, with all the prized magic of exotic origins: eggshells and the shells of umbilical fish. Their own origins – his...
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