My latest piece for Dear Damsels – which is not, for once, a poem! – shares the story of the ice cream van that made me cry on a regular basis during lockdown, and the hope it eventually brought.
Tag: Summer
Honest Haiku: Thirteen
My thighs seem to have sparked a summer fling and are inseparable, bringing with them another seasonal problem.
Breaking up with summer
I've got a confession to make; I'm tired of this heat wave, and I'm ready for normal service to resume.