A Hug

My tongue is stuck to the top of my mouthLast night, I dreamed of night café’s Served by ghosts, I took coffeeDown a throat, cloggedWith words and tears likeSome old-house drain.I could write the scriptAt this point, I thinkGuzzling coffee, hoping the caffeineWill kick my adrenaline upMy anxiety into hyperdriveMy movements edgy, soI become herContinue reading “A Hug”

Swirling Skirts

She wore three skirtsIt seemed the airLifted her higher Sheets of fabricRustled against her skinReminding her how thin Life wasWithout danceAnd subtle movement In a tranceShe heard violinsBreak the dawn She had crafted from dreamsThat settled in her chestThe night before And as the stars began to singShe settled inAnd woke up The dream siftedContinue reading “Swirling Skirts”

My Philosophical Rage and a Promise of Re-Education…

I feel the featured image on this post is particularly appropriate. When I wandered my way into the university where I did my MA, and promptly knew it was the wrong course for me, but still stuck with it because – well, it’s a long because and it’s already rooted in the depths of thisContinue reading “My Philosophical Rage and a Promise of Re-Education…”

Sugar Lips

In honour of International Women’s Day, may I introduce you to ‘Sugar Lips’? 😉 If you haven’t already, please follow me on Instagram, or spread the word. It’s so appreciated, and not expected ❤ To anyone reading this, I hope that my intention for today reaches you: May you and your family be safe.May youContinue reading “Sugar Lips”