Maybe it would be better if I imagined happiness in objects I have owned for years instead of searching for it as if it were buried treasure or debating whether it is worth the investment as if I hold shares or twiddling my thumbs hoping the cashier won’t id me as if it can be … Continue reading Fabric Misery
The unpredictability of Dee I knew her comfort was poisonous. It was bottled in glass the same shade as my envy from Saturday night. I still accepted it; unable to battle the lullaby close to my ear and every delicate drag through my hair. It was witchcraft or my weakness. My inability to see friend … Continue reading The Dee Diaries #2
My bones feel rigid like I’m living with rigor mortis, depression’s equivalent of arthritis. There’s nothing the doctor can prescribe; sunshine cannot be packaged and nor can your smile so I guess I’ll just wait in my heaviness. This opaque silence where nothing can relieve the nothingness I feel whenever you leave. © … Continue reading Rigid
If I could I would register myself as two people, if there was a register for such things. A register of people who do not always know themselves; the person in the mirror looks the same but uses a different name. They never tell you this name so you would have to register them as … Continue reading Unknown and I
Little acts of braveryEvery day this week, thus far, I have opened the curtains in every room. You would be right in thinking this is a metaphor for letting the light in. It is similar to polishing ageing ornaments or dusting away the cobwebs. Whenever Dee arrives, I hide. I close every curtain, put my … Continue reading The Dee Diaries #1
There are tiny ghosts in my kitchen. The first one I found swimming in the sugar pot. It holds the spoon whenever I go in and grapples with wispy fingers. Eventually I pull free but my tea still tastes bitter despite the half spoonful of sugar. The second sits and cracks the tops … Continue reading Tiny Ghosts
I wrote an SOS into my flesh. I announced there was someone in my head, in my home, in my heart; she was bitter and unkind. I pleaded with the muddy water and with my tears. I denounced my reflection and then pulled the same woman into my arms and told her not to worry, … Continue reading In My Home
The most liked piece in 2018 on My Screaming Twenties. Thank you all for your support. I'm excited for what 2019 holds and the release of my debut poetry collection in the Spring. Therapy On our first date I told you I'd dated two before you. The first, Liza was blonde, stern but … Continue reading Therapy [Top 5 of 2018]
The fourth most liked piece in 2018 on My Screaming Twenties A Recovery Letter Dear You, I am writing this for the both of us. Not because I am not yet on the other side of the darkness but because there is no other side or quick fix. Your recovery is a journey. The … Continue reading A Recovery Letter [Top 5 of 2018]
I feel like crying but the tears won’t arrive, probably something to do with the mail at Christmas. The words I need to help this all make sense seem to have been lost in transit too, so this is all I have. Writing snide remarks about the post instead of taking an interested look in … Continue reading Christmas Post
