Article Author: Sophie Nock

Common Language Sophie Nock The music is all that connects them. So many languages: the people setting up tents, handing out blankets, offering beds to

Nightmare Sophie Nock I come at night, when they do not expect to be disturbed. No-one ever does expect such an interruption past midnight, when

Bullets Sophie Nock “It was a disaster. I didn’t know what to do.” The yellow blanket is scratchy around her shoulders, the scratched plastic surface

The Last Time I Saw Him Sophie Nock The last time I saw him, he was young, vibrant. Alive. It was three weeks after he

Stars Sophie Nock The stars in silence singing to the moon, Which winks and sparkles back at them, Receding from the sky. Ethereal light in