Agnes & Me – part 2 So Agnes and I grew up in the same small town by Göta Kanal in Sweden which I […]

Agnes & Me – part 1 They say ‘Write what you know’ and in Agnes Treading Water I did—to a

Winner of Port Writer’s Literary Competition 2018 Mum sits on the hard verandah floor with her rounded back to me,

I’d seen him the previous day,  in a photo online—a nameless, spotty, and speckled cocker-spaniel cross with gangly legs, oversized

The kitchen shears were delivered on a silver plate with the gin three minutes after he delivered his gift, seven

Writing is rewriting. After a short affair with a critique group, I made the tough decision to take another look