Author: becks

Hello, I am Rebecca and I tell stories.


someone sprayed ‘king’ on the side of my electricity box i still think about it when i clean the car dad said i was cleaning the car when it happened i place my hand on the box when we pass it a force of habit the symbol of life after death where my bike came […]


it rains all day
we call it poetry
as we soak in it
marching for
our mother


you cry
on the one three six
to nowhere

and it is painful
and raw
and breathtakingly

The Retirement Home

“You’ve got granny curtains,” my sister tugs at the fabric hanging in front of my new window a bit. They are white, and semi see-through, and they look exactly like the ones our nan used to have, except hers had crazy ornaments and little angel statues in front of them. “All you need now is […]

Portraits of Girls I Never Met

“The best portraits are the ones made with empathy. They are the ones that show you something of the inner life of the person portrayed, a glimpse into the worlds that hide behind appearances more easily grasped. This book is a collection of those glimpses, thoughts and feelings given by the hand of a writer […]