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The Heart is a Library Hunter

My first memories belong to the surreal landscape of childhood. Cushioned in tenderness, they flicker a blurred reel of mango trees, mud pies and mosquito screens. Occasionally, through the fuzz, concrete moments come into focus. For me, the first of those is the imprint of a rainy afternoon in a library.

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What Brings Belief

If you type ‘Do writers have spirit animals?’ into Google the first two words will lead one into predictable territory

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What Are You Looking at?

I have a friend who is a psychologist. I have yet to see a person meet her and not worriedly suggest that she has been analysing them. Little do they know that this couldn’t be further from the truth. It’s not my friend who’s watching them. It’s me.

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The day I kissed a dead man

Somewhere in the depths of a Parisian cemetery there is a tombstone with my lipstick on it.

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Why Writers are my Rock Stars

The crowd around me was swollen with anticipation. The spotlight spun from his hair like the heroic thread of gilded biblical texts. By the time I had shuffled to the front of the crowd I was so giddy that I would have let him sign the flesh of my bare extremities. Instead, I lost the […]

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