Lorna Davidson lives in Norfolk with an obscene amount of books, less fairy lights than she believes is healthy, and a small family of potted plants.
She spends an inordinate amount of time daydreaming, and has decided to try and make some sort of career by writing it all down. She hopes this will give her a reasonable excuse when caught staring wistfully out of windows when she should be paying attention to the not-so-mystical “Real World”.
She realises this is where an author would list all of their qualifications and other impressive stuff, but just between us, she’s totally winging it.
By L. Davidson
“Sometimes the hardest part about surviving isn’t the catastrophe itself, but the days, weeks, months, years that follow after everyone has moved on and left you to find your own way forward.”
A collection of poems and vignettes exploring the themes of love, loss, and recovery.