Fish & Chips & God

*Trigger warning, this story has content that may be unsuitable for those under 18. *A short-story that I never did get to submit to a Bloomsbury competition. This piece, like everything on LughLana, is protected under Copyright law. The plasticine ward smelled like oldness and sickness. It inspired that peculiar sense of contempt that oneContinue reading “Fish & Chips & God”

#11 healing poetry; where the air is love

Come home to the sea,where it’s brittle but free,and the air tastes like salt,and the air tastes like salt. Come home to the mountains,where sunrises fill your heart,and the air tastes like snow,and the air tastes like snow. Come home to the house,that you knew when you were young,there, the air smells of bread,there, theContinue reading “#11 healing poetry; where the air is love”