My problem is my night sweats. Every night I change my sheet, duvet cover, pillow cases for fresh, bathe, go to bed. The sweats begin in the wee hours of the morning, emanating in my scalp, armholes, crotch, behind my...

If pain could turn into smokeThe sky would go outThe sun would lose its charmWithout light to guide usIf pain could turn into smokeThe blue would fadeAll life would turn to embersIn this thirst to cryGray returnsThe world spinsThe...

Kate padded barefoot into the lounge, adorable in his too-big jumper and jogging bottoms. Alex was sitting behind the coffee table in the centre of the curl around sofa. Set out on the table was a veritable feast compared...