Sara Lewis

‘And how many children do you have?’ asks my taxi driver (I do not know what the countless other inquisitors do. I never ask.) *BRACE*...

They are not lies, you understand,⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ but carefully navigated truths...⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ this edited life of mine on display.⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣...

It is late And dark And I cannot see my baby's face, The way she sleeps, His bellied laugh. The rise and fall And in and out Of her. I...

This is the view that watched me grow that saw me break that helped me heal that always stood when I returned. This is the view that did...

Short Short She would lie quietly. Still. Beautiful. Stillbeautiful. Ethereal. Yes. That’s it. Ethereal in Egyptian cotton. In a bed as...

I found my grandmother’s thimble and in it a small piece of tissue with the mold of her finger placed carefully inside. It is nineteen...

I love caravans. They’re a little bit magical. I love their not-quite-beds and their not-quite cupboards, their oompa loompa sinks and...

Trâth y Slâd. Where my father says my soul walks every night when I sleep. Where he would play and dream as a boy amongst the...