A therapist once asked me what shape was my anxiety, told me to look deep inside, push aside my guts, lungs and heart to find where it resides. He sat, one leg crossed over the other, and stared at me expectantly. "I guess...I guess it's shaped like a hand," I said as I glimpsed it … Continue reading ‘My anxiety’s a hand’ – poem
Good morning and long time no see, my lovely WordPress peeps! How is this disgustingly hot summer treating everyone so far? I'm just dropping by amid working on my dissertation to share a short story that I wrote. Every Wednesday, a good friend of mine hosts a Twitter challenge called Museum Musings (search #MuseumMusings on … Continue reading The Ring
During my little break, I headed back up the road to see my family and when I rocked up at my grandparents' house, I found the anthology in which a flash fiction piece of mine is published had arrived! (wow, that was a really long sentence...and breathe) What makes it even better is that my … Continue reading I got published!
Meet my constant companion; we met when I was in my mid teens Tell me, what do you think? Was our union simple coincidence or something just written in my genes?
This is my first attempt at a performance piece of poetry. It's not good, but thought I'd share it anyway. There’s this stigma surrounding mental health As though talking about it, admitting that you’re struggling Somehow diminishes your worth, who you are and your sense of self We live in a society that tries … Continue reading Stigma – a poem
...tell me, have you ever been so consumed by an idea that it's nigh on impossible to focus on anything else? I should be replying to comments, drafting blog posts, applying for jobs (didn't get that job I was being interviewed for, guys)...but no, I've spent two evenings straight working on the same goddamn poem … Continue reading Calling all writers…
I'm part of a writing group called 'Mirakee' and every day, a challenge is set or a prompt is given. Today's challenge was to write a thank you letter to a person or object and I decided to write a thank you letter to a handful of negative people I've encountered in my life thus … Continue reading Thank you – a poem? A stream of consciousness?
Those moments in which we'd simply gaze at one another Were moments in which we became something other We became more than partners, more than lovers We became something indescribable with our souls uncovered.
We fear the dark Because it's the unknown And the unknown is full of possibility We fear possibility Because it's about taking a chance When our path is illuminated by nothing more than a glimmer of hope We fear taking a chance Because there is no guarantee That we will escape the dark and its … Continue reading Why do we fear the dark? – a poem