Empire of Whimsy

  I write to still my inside songs. But words escape, they flutter fecklessly away. I grit my teeth and bite my tongue. Verbal tics have ...

The debutante floats down the stairs, gloriously made up dead-eyed stare. Hand rests light on banister. can’t grip too tight for ten...

Yesterday was International Women's Day. To mark this occasion I was invited up to Manx Radio to take part in a live challenge as par...