The wind calls me its friend and I believe it. The trees look at me with their knotted eyes and I nod beneath their grand omniscience. I realise I cannot vanish. Gaia’s grip is nondescript, effervescent and ever-present. She will not let me go. She will not allow me to descend into titanic depths and … Continue reading She will not let me go
The clock in my room wanes like a moon; with each inward collapse of tick to tock, light grazes the walls - glass beneath water - I count quietly, each inward collapse, my tick to tock, dreams of petrichor healing; evaporating raindrops on my lips. I yearn for yesterdays in the shape of tomorrows, for … Continue reading Dali’s clocks
Our eyes do not shine with judgement like theirs, our small, pinpricks of coloured light, peaches, purples, reds and pinks, but we watch you as we drink, sip from the vase usually kept beneath the sink. We seek the sun but find ourselves resting upon your weary face, distant in the netherworlds of a mind … Continue reading Tulips to Sylvia
I touch my pulse to remind myself I am sane: blood is throbbing beneath my skin in every blue lilac vein. My hands tremble, the pillow and sheet echo every sound, every flutter of panic coursing - swift acting poison - through my limbs. And I know this is chemical, I know the … Continue reading Tiny deaths
ISOLATION "‘Did you say your friends are going out for dinner and then drinks?’ Dee asked from her cotton cocoon. ‘Yes,’ I glanced at the kitchen clock, ‘they will probably be out by now.’ She was referring to my friends from work who had invited me out tonight. Dee’s soft sadness had kept me here. … Continue reading The Dee Diaries #7
NOW CLOSED. To say thank you for all of your support I am running a giveaway! Two people will be chosen at random to receive a signed copy of Between the Trees, my debut poetry collection which was released last May. The giveaway will be open for seven days; it will close on Friday, 8th … Continue reading *GIVEAWAY* Between the Trees
I remember being pocket sized and five, taking violent delight in the teacups at the fair, the chipped pastels merging with the beach huts lining the shore. The fair was held behind their stoic line, the faraway homes who betook wind and rain with a smile, and I always wondered if the goldfish bobbing in … Continue reading Five, at the fair
Route 62, the pink and purple bus fading like a disappearing sunset, which always passes beneath a lamp which flickers - the orange eye wearing a halo of feathers, the seagulls too far from the sea. Homeward bound - bus ticket in hand, paper turned redundant, used and crumpled, left in a pocket to fall … Continue reading Route 62
'BEING NORMAL' I submerged myself long enough for my chest to tighten and my heartbeat to quicken. It resounded off the porcelain sides and into my ears, throat and wrists. When I rose back out of the water, I opened my eyes to Dee sat cross legged on the toilet seat. I stared at her … Continue reading The Dee Diaries #6
i spread out all of my puzzle pieces turn them all picture side up and give each of them names: love.hope.want.grief.fear.luck before i cut off all of their edges shapely and jagged and place them on top of one another because i know i’ll never get them to fit to coexist in peace … Continue reading Picture side up
