My work 

london love story

i use an earring as a bookmark and other snapshots of moments of grief

perfume

sugar cubes at piccadilly circus

there’s nothing lovelier girl in all the world than being here with you ( part 3 )

sunset train : a second short iteration

the strength to be seen

do butterflies sleep?

oh to be missed

kissing bedsheets

little details (microcosms of existence and grief everywhere)

coming back to me now (after leith ross)

i always seem to be writing about months and the passage of time,

newnecklacenewgirl

dark nails and fulfilment