Yellow Dress

A small story I wrote a while back about little girls in yellow dresses.



Dear Dazai, There’s a soft rumble that accompanies my waking moments. It’s gentle and reassuring, and long before I reach consciousness, it’s a welcome interruption to my sleep. So I lazily return from my dreamtime wanderings, hand reaching out to stroke the soft, silky fur … Continue reading Purr


Dear Dazai, Art should be new. Ever changing. There is little patience for art that has been and gone. Shakespeare is old news, Dickens stifling and Austen experiencing a populist resurgence, not for her own work, but for the ease with which it can be … Continue reading Novelty