Author Archives: ashleighlou

My childhood sweetheart rang. We hadn’t spoken in twenty-five years. He said, ‘Also, I am seeing somebody else now.’ It was as if we’d been in the middle of a conversation, as children, and he’d only just remembered to mention … Continue reading →

I was riding my bike to the train station, because I was going to catch the train to New York City. I had a dog with me. The dog was very big but was old and very sick. I was … Continue reading →

A couple of years ago a friend asked me, ‘Are you someone who is easily contented?’ I don’t know why I’ve always remembered that question. We were sitting in a bar next to a window and the sun was shining … Continue reading →

This morning I hurt my hand from punching a wall. My upstairs neighbours have been noisy – stomping and crashing – and I feel like I’m coming a bit unstuck. I could have punched a pillow, but no – it … Continue reading →

I just came across this terrible artwork of Thom Yorke that I did when I was 16 and it cheered me up no end.  

tūī vaunting themselves through the tree their song drawing fear off me like steam making my heart dazzle like a windscreen being spattered with bugs * a memory of riding fast down the hill with purple light streaming into my … Continue reading →