In the intimate setting of Reference Point on the Strand, and after Covid-induced postponements, the ‘presence’ of writers sharing their...

Image by Simran Garcha I’ve spent a lot of time recently ruminating on the nature of dreaming. More specifically, what follows dreaming:...

Lately, I’m looking at my life in terms of fives. Five-year plans. Numbered milestones. 20, 25, divisible by. My head raised, I’m...

As part of the 2021 Southbank Centre’s London Literature Festival, the organisation Creative Future hosted their annual Writers’ Award,...

Edward Hopper, Automat (1927) I sit in the upper corner of the lecture theatre, the exact same place every time. Left edge, close to the...

Looking into the mirror I see my Mommy’s eyes. It’s the only thing of hers I’ve seen in a long time besides all of the colourful perfume...