The concrete kerbside is not the least uncomfortable of substances. Ahoy Sailor You are amorphous matter Sit on this concrete. Sit on...

The garden was so much better when we got home. At least, that’s what the dog would have us believe. There is now a convenient path...

Octopus’s Garden is a very shady grotto. Cedric hides in the back and nibbles on small larvae and crustaceans he has gathered this morning. He has his pipe and slippers and his favourite coral armchair, the one with the round boards so he can rock back and forth, watching the vista of the reef just outside his door/window.   He has been here for many years, is well known for his poetry and short stories, and his once-a-month storytelling at all the swimmy kiddies in the area.

Worms slithering, bees buzzing and cicadas chanting. I wish I didn’t have to walk this way. I should have gone to the cinema with Gertie....

Pink, red, white, blink the rhododendrons Like the flush of sunwarmed shoulders As we clamber under the leaves into our own private fort...

Do you have a safe space, real or imagined in which to retreat when the world is crowding in, the lights too bright, or everything is...

at first luxuriant now overgrown in its time replete with a goodness that only the Earth could provide the shadow falls across the garden...

Shit. What am I going to do if this goes tits up?   It’s my first proper heist with the Barnsley Boys and I have everything to prove. Got to be honest, not happy with my ‘Posh Nonce’ nickname. Anyway, the target is the new outpost of the Camden Crawler. They had the cheek to set up practically in our backyard. Can’t say as I blame the bosses for losing their shit. Why Michael had to pick me to be the main muscle I have no idea. He had an evil glint in his eye. Mind you he alw