Life in Space: Chapter Two
I suppose it makes sense to begin where we left. Kind of nonsensical, if you think about it too much, and I do – overthink, that is. My father would Continue Reading →
Life in space: Chapter One
In poems, space is just as, and sometimes more, important than words. In real time, Ground Control attempts to reach my brain, finds only static. ‘The circuit’s dead, something’s wrong.’ Continue Reading →
Confessions of a Lingerie Addict, Pt 2
Summary: Lingerie as a Trojan horse for feminism, or: Hiding politics in your panties. (If you haven’t read Part One, I suggest doing so. It’s right here).
Confessions of a Lingerie Addict, Pt 1
Let’s get comfortable, friends. I’m about to share all of my scandalous secrets – actually, no, sorry, that’s a lie. Lesson the first: lingerie is only scandalous if you want Continue Reading →
I have never written anything in my life
Every creative person I talk to struggles to create. Writers, artists, musicians. We all identify strongly as these things. I am a writer. … But am I still a writer Continue Reading →
FOMO: Chronic illness & disability edition
Living with chronic illness and disability forces us to make tough choices. To put our health first, even when that means missing out on special occasions, important moments, and big Continue Reading →
Could we see the colour of pain?
“Pain is a room for one. Only we can enter, and sometimes, we can’t leave.” … But what if someone else could actually picture the pain?
HOW DOES SHE DO IT?
The record we’ve all been listening to is so scratched to shit it can only play one song. Spoilers: it’s the wrong one.
I will never own where I call home
The cottage where I live used to be owned by a woman named Joyce. I don’t know much about Joyce, other than that she was an extremely particular gardener, with Continue Reading →