Stirling University

Star-Crossed  (A poem of unrequited love)  I loathe his arrogant rays,  The way he warms and illuminates the dwellers of our world....

As I lay down the flowers on the grave where I once may have lay, I feel a rush of senseless sorrow amongst the pride that burns in my...

The moonlight cuts bright blocks out of the hallway’s shadows as James makes his way towards the children’s room. Only a few days ago the...