Editor of New Creatives

I’m thrilled to announce that I am the editor of New Creatives magazine, a new online publication providing a platform for up & coming independent businesses to flourish.

The magazine focuses on celebrating independent creative businesses, creators, craftspeople and artists, and also offers some advice on starting and running small businesses.

Check out our website: newcreativesmag.co.uk

Our Twitter and Instagram: @newcreativesmag

You can find my first feature, an interview with animation director Chris Cray here!

Dictionary of a Norwegian Hospital Bed

My poem “Dictionary of a Norwegian Hospital Bed” is now available to read in Overheard magazine or below. I’m beyond thrilled to have found a home for this poem in such a wonderful magazine, and I cannot recommend highly enough checking out other work published by Overheard.

Being one of my first poems experimenting with form, this poem has played an important role in figuring out the direction I want to take with my poetry and has inspired me to continue exploring ways poetry can meld together with other forms of text.

Dictionary of a Norwegian Hospital Bed



  1. n. beans – edible seeds of leguminous plants; kidney beans, black beans, coffee beans, lima beans, spill the beans, green beans, jellybeans, baked beans
  2. n. prayers – moonlight captures you through the blinds, I fold my hands and whisper; please, please, please



  1. n. lamb – a young sheep; lamb chop, like a lamb to the slaughter, gentle as a lamb
  2. adj. paralysed – your eyes open, but you can’t move; left, right, forwards, backwards



  1. n. tongue –  the soft piece of flesh in the mouth, used for tasting and speaking; ox tongue, slip of the tongue, tongue twister
  2. adj. heavy – they lift your limbs and scrub you down with soap; arms, legs, you make me leave the room



  1. adj. drunk – having one’s faculties impaired by alcohol; get drunk, drunk driver, dead-drunk
  2. adj. full –  anger fills you; replaces the liver, crumbles the bones, spreads through the tubes until the machines beep loudly



  1. n. unripe fruit – fruit that is immature and not ready to be eaten; apples, lemons, peaches, pears, bananas
  2. n. map – I only leave when they put new sheets on the bed; not knowing where to go, how to

Love Letters Magazine – Issue 7

Found a home for my short, queer story “Italian Wildfire” in issue 7 of Love Letters Magazine, themed wanderlust. Check out the beautiful magazine and fantastic work here.

You can read “Italian Wildfire” on pages 6-7 or below!

Love Letters Magazine is “an online creative magazine by young adults, for young adults”, and is dedicated to supporting and showcasing young adult voices (aged 14-24)


I’ve always been a huge film and TV enthusiast, so I’m very excited to be joining the team of writers at Filmhounds.

Filmhounds is an independent film magazine in both print and online. You’ll find features on interesting topics, reviews of recent TV and film, interviews with directors, producers and actors, and more.

All my articles will be available to read here!

Read my first article: ‘Easter Crime’ — The Norwegian Tradition You Didn’t Know About

Localfolk – Oslo Issue

Since October 2021, I’ve been lucky to be working with Localfolk as a journalist and writer for their magazine.

Localfolk is a quarterly design magazine about local artisans, makers, designers, and entrepreneurs, each issue focusing on a particular city in Norway.

Working as a journalist for a Localfolk, interviewing different people from different backgrounds, and conveying their stories, has been an enriching experience.

You can find my articles on the following pages of the Oslo issue:

  • Conveying, touching, and connecting through art: Anne Britt-Kristiansen (p.130-135)
  • Kathrine Lindman: Capturing nature in jewellery (p.144)
  • Marianne Nygaard Palmberg: Positivity and nature in abstract art (p.145)
  • KarianneG: Bringing the past into the present (p.150-151)
  • Plesner Patterns: Patterns that capture moments in time (p.154-157)

Read Localfolk‘s Oslo issue here!

Passing Through

Albert didn’t recognize half of the city he grew up in as they passed through it on the train headed north. When their children moved out, he and Karen had moved south, away from the streets flooded with cars and the mile-long grocery store lines. The city was a living organism, continuously changing, always growing. Inhaling the old, exhaling the new. What used to be a small, homely bookstore owned by Mrs. Keplan was now a tall skyscraper. The awfully nice old lady gave Albert his first job, peace be with her soul. The towering building looked like a copy of the one next to it, and the one next to that. As if they came straight off the production line. Yet, some things remained the same. Dellan’s Motors still stood, leaning slightly left in the same place, with the same rusty, out of order gas pumps. It was where he had seen Karen for the first time.

Albert and his high school friends were leaning against a dusty window, smoking, when Karen’s parents pulled their old Toyota into the parking lot. Karen had told them off for smoking near the gas pumps. She had reminded Albert of a magpie, in her black and white dress, shrieking at them. They told her not to worry, because there wasn’t any gas, to which she answered, “I still won’t be surprised if you’ve burnt this place down by the morning.” and left. That was it for Albert, he had loved her ever since.

“Do you know if big Del’s son is still running that place?” he asked her. She sat next to him, knitting a pair of socks for their grandson Alex.

“Sorry, what did you say dear?”

“Dellan’s? Is that boy, what’s his name? Big Del’s son, is he still running it?”

“Oh, I’m not sure. Madison did tell me a few years ago that both her kids were still living here, so he very well might be.” Albert nodded.

He stared out the window as the train sped past rows of houses that all looked the same. Along the tracks, powerlines crowded with birds stretched for miles. He couldn’t see what birds they were, which was a shame. They were all dark in colour and sat close together along the lines. It reminded him of the necklace his wife always wore, with black jewels on a silver chain. He looked over at her. She glowed. Her hair had gone white a long time ago, and her hands were barely anything but bones, yet she knitted on. It had to be the hundredth pair of green socks she had made for 3-year-old Alex, and they looked too small, but Albert didn’t say anything. He just watched. She must have noticed, as she put the knitting down and looked at him.

“Are the kids coming over for Christmas?” 

“Yes, all three of them. And the grandkids,” he said.

“No turkey this year though.”

“I know, but we’ll manage,” Albert said.

They were driving past the graveyard. It was so full they had had to make one further out of the city. It was a hassle to get to, that one. Next to the graveyard was the masonry. Albert knew the man who ran the place, he was the first friend Albert made when he joined a birdwatching group a few months ago. Mr. Nelson, a nice man who should have retired years ago, but was too stubborn to do so. Outside, against the side of the building, five gravestones rested. Four carved, one uncarved. Albert thought it was nice how they were stood together. This graveyard was where they buried Karen’s father. The kids were still very young, it must have been 1967? It was the year after they bought their new house, he knew that.

“Come on, Albert, you know this,” he muttered to himself.

“We bought the house in 66. Or was it 68?” He dug through his pockets. Why couldn’t he remember? He couldn’t forget such an important moment in their lives. He pulled out his notebook from the left pocket of his coat. His shaking, weak fingers struggled to turn the pages. Where was it?

1966: Moved into our new house a few minutes from the city. Marion said her first words.

1966. He didn’t remember. He didn’t even remember that it was the same year his daughter spoke her first words.

“You’re afraid that I’ll leave you,” Karen said. It was sudden, a statement rather than a question.

“I am,” he said.

“I won’t.”

“I know,” but Albert still felt the fear linger inside him.

“Unless you ever want me to,” she said.


Albert looked at his wife. She was beautiful. He saw her at 18-years-old again when they first met in the parking lot of Dellan’s. He saw her at 25, when he asked her to marry him with only a record player in their new apartment, playing The Beatles’ Here Comes the Sun. He saw her at 28, giving birth to their first son, Matt. He saw her at 50, as their youngest, Daisy, stepped onto the train as she left for college. Karen wept for an hour in his arms. He saw her at 60, holding dinner parties in their new countryside house, sipping wine with other ladies from the knitting club. It put his mind to rest, at least for now.

“Sir? Excuse me, sir?” A voice next to Albert said.

He looked up. In the corridor, a young man, maybe 20-years-old, wearing a long coat and thin frame glasses looked at him. 

“Sir, is this seat free?” The man asked, pointing to the empty seat next to Albert.

“Yes,” he said, “yes, it is.” His fingers tightened their grip, as much as they could, around his notebook. His most prized possession. Albert looked out the window and saw, in the line of black birds, a single magpie.




Passing Through first appeared in Flash Literary Journal: Issue 28, published in 2020. It’s a piece I’m proud of, but I feel like my writing has evolved a great deal since it was written. You can purchase and read the entire issue here for just £1. I highly recommend all the pieces this issue has to offer.

Photo by Jessi Pena on Unsplash

Articles for SCAN 2020/21

Instead of posting each article I have written for the Lancaster University student newspaper, SCAN, in the past academic year, I’ve decided to do one post with a short summary of the writing I’ve done for the paper up until the creation of this website. During the next academic year, 2021/22, I hope to be posting the articles I write individually as soon as they have been published in the paper.

As Deputy Editor of SCAN Screen, this is the section I’ve written the most articles for, including;

  • A Short Introduction to Scandinavian TV – This is exactly what it sounds like: an article introducing different Scandinavian series in different genres. In this article, I focused on including a variety of genres to appeal to more people, and also on writing about the shows in an engaging, spoiler-free manner.
  • Euphoria Specials Review: A Bare and Honest Exploration of the Series’ Main Characters – After the release of the two highly anticipated Euphoria specials, I wanted to write an honest review of one of my personal favourite shows. Unlike the Scandinavian TV article, the focus was less on summarizing the show and remaining spoiler-free, and more on engaging with readers who have also seen the show.
  • The Best Foreign Language Series to Watch on Netflix – As someone who has grown up as part of a bilingual audience, watching TV and films in both English and Norwegian, I have a keen interest in non-English language TV. In this article I set out to recommend some foreign language series to readers of the section, again focusing on summarizing the shows, making them sound appealing and remaining spoiler-free.
  • How Are Medical Dramas Tackling the Pandemic – With Grey’s Anatomy, Chicago Med, and close to every other medical drama out there, choosing to tackle the Covid-19 pandemic, I wanted to do an investigative piece into why the producers of the shows found this representation important, and how the shows’ approaches differ.
  • What You Can Look Forward to in 2021 – Early in the year, I thought it would be a good idea to provide a brief overview of some of the films coming to the cinemas and streaming services in the coming year, especially with 2020 seeing many film releases be postponed. Here, I focused on briefly summarising what the films were about, why the reader should consider watching them, and providing some facts about production, actors and more.

I’ve also written articles for other sections of the paper, including Music, Lifestyle, and Fashion and Beauty.

  • 4 Amazing Christmas Songs You Might Not Have Heard Before – This article started with none of my friends knowing my all time favourite Christmas song. I decided to make a short list of some great, lesser known Christmas songs so that hopefully someone could discover some new tunes to add to their Christmas playlist.
  • Decoding Ingredients: What’s in my product? – This article was a collaborative article for Fashion and Beauty with several other writers. In my section about oxybenzone, I focused on keeping a simpler language than many of the scientific articles I read during my research to appeal to a larger audience. I also focused on keeping the information clear and concise, to not lose the reader’s attention.
  • Revision Techniques: How to Prepare for Your Exams – This was the very first article I wrote for SCAN, and I focused mainly on keeping an informal tone, expressing the importance of revising for exams, and giving advice on how to do so, without stressing out the reader further.

I will be updating this website with new writing and publications, thank you for checking out my work.

Photo by Possessed Photography on Unsplash

Longlisted and published in The Phare

My poem, My Personal Botany, was longlisted for The Phare‘s WriteWords 2021 competition. You can read it here.

I wrote this poem a couple of years ago, and never thought it would leave my notebook. Without saying too much, it’s really boils down to what we’ll do for the things or people we love.

Photo by me.