25 | 18:08.

I am scared of the winter as the summer is approaching Each day asking of a love that needs unfolding Quiet in the street, a heat boils underneath Matching the patterns of my feet, scuffed soles kiss concrete Too bold to become so obsolete we invent a secret greeting Kissing palm in one touch thatContinue reading “25 | 18:08.”

24 | keep it p.o.c.

I graduated from university almost a year ago now (yikes), and in this time frame between then and now, I have been slowly pushing myself to become re-acquainted with the act of reading for pleasure. After studying a literature degree, three years worth of photocopies, highlighters and neck cramp kinda’ took its toll; but taughtContinue reading “24 | keep it p.o.c.”

23 | work work work.

I recently landed a new job, a position that is actually a first for me.  Great company, great benefits and a relaxed environment, what more could I ask for? Even with these positives, I am worried about getting the balance between a working schedule and creating time to spend on personal/creative endeavours. It’s only withinContinue reading “23 | work work work.”

19 | looking.

A woman must continually watch herself. She is almost continually accompanied by her own image of herself. Whilst she is walking across a room or whilst she is weeping at the death of her father, she can scarcely avoid envisaging herself walking or weeping. From earliest childhood she has been taught and persuaded to surveyContinue reading “19 | looking.”

5 | undertow.

On the 31st May 2016,  I was fortunate enough to attend a book launch of the undergraduate creative writing anthology I was published in. The night was set to be a good one, showcasing promising young talent but I was more concerned with the fact that it would be the first time I’d perform poetry in frontContinue reading “5 | undertow.”