I’m always inside when the wind howls. Wolf of the great world. I can not bear to have it whistle through my ears and around my fragile skull, it makes me sleepy and silences the sweet voices that keep me warm, dead poet’s words, balm for wounded hearts. The wind is loud, tries to drive [...]

This is my shadow, she has a name but I can’t tell it to you or you could steal her away and then I would have to wear iron shoes. I keep her in a drawer most of the time, with a brass lock, as polite people do, but sometimes she gets out, usually when [...]

They told me it was all blocked up, the fireplace, but they lied. I know because I can hear the north wind blowing at night, I know because when it storms tiny drops of rain hit the dusty bricks. I don’t mind though, I like the winter’s lullabies and I’m going to fill it with [...]

Everything is born and dies, even stars. They’re just remembered a lot longer. I wonder if it’s the reason we call some people stars, because they’re more likely to be remembered. Maybe thats why the Gods put heroes up there too, and monsters and Queens, so we wouldn’t forget their stories. No one wants their [...]

You have only just been made
In the starry meadows.
Is your little heart afraid
Of the storms and shadows?
Artwork by Ida Rentoul Outhwaite

I like reading in the bath, its not a good idea really but its oh-so comfortable and otherwise I fall asleep and I’m slightly afraid of drowning. Picture books are best, you can only get through a few chapters of a novel before the water starts to get cold and your fingers and toes shrivel [...]