11 – moving to Holmewood

We move again. Not far. To Holmewood council estate. It’s a big house with 3 bedrooms and gardens front and … Continue reading 11 – moving to Holmewood

life after the cult

we all wore the same clothes had the same hairstyles ate the same food said the same things at the … Continue reading life after the cult

it’s a cold but sunny morning. Mum has left me on my own at school for the first time. I’m … Continue reading bullied

my home is a shipping container metal, long, dark i’m told it’s temporary however long temporary is small and cramped … Continue reading a shipping container for my home

It’s a cold, dark January morning. Snow covers the roads and pavements, icicles hang from roofs, my breath is a … Continue reading the outside toilet

We’ve moved over to the other side of Bradford, Leicester Street off Wakefield Road. I don’t know why we have … Continue reading Moving to Leicester Street

I had a double biopsy on my gullet four weeks ago and I’m waiting for the results. As you can … Continue reading waiting for results

thousands of years to grow one year to burn more and more trees than can never be replaced smoke so … Continue reading fire in the amazon

I’m at home. We’re having a party. It might have been because my brother is home on leave from the … Continue reading Running away

This is a short piece I have written in response to a think tanks proposal to raise the pension age … Continue reading The carrot that is the pension