Fiction & Poetry

Like a leaf in the autumn of 1939, a Polish girl is swept up by the turbulent winds of war and deposited in a beautiful alpine valley in Austria where she finds hardship, loneliness and danger. And this is just the beginning of her incredible journey.

At first, tell tales, rant until it’s gibberish.

‘Turn me into something I’ve never been yet,’ says Berenice.

Love is a large scale event

Olivia was dying. She was in a haze, stretched mercilessly between pain and pain medication. She could not tell for sure what was real….

The first girl I loved was really mean to me in that she never really noticed me.

The end of the season meant he had to move on.

It was a late afternoon in the quietest part of town.

I live by the sea.
There the heart halts ever more slowly,
Gulls drift onto seaweed and jellyfish.

To men writing poems declaring their love: I’m not the sort a poet writes about.