Let’s face it, as advice goes, to never judge a book by its cover is up there with the classic ‘don’t look down’. Hey, it’s okay, we’re all friends here, I’m not passing sentence. I too am guilty of exercising this prejudice. Judging a book by its cover is the literary equivalent of tinder, we... Continue Reading →
Depression isn’t just an illness, it’s also a mask. It hides behind smiles and laughter just as easily as tears. I’ll never be one to tread the boards or quote the bard, but my mental health, when it’s in decline, does turn me into a performer of sorts; an illusionist. For a long time I... Continue Reading →
Buckle up Dorothy, ‘cos Kansas is going bye bye! Okay, perhaps that’s a tad indulgent and underwhelmingly I’m not about to head a resistance against the suffocating amount of artificial intelligence infiltrating the mainstream (yes I’m talking about you Sira and your Alexa mini-botlings *shakes fist and charges EMP*) nor dodge bullets, rather I wanted... Continue Reading →
Fear not, I’m not about to launch into an evangelical tirade concerning the sugar content of the popular confectionery treat (although in the interests of full disclosure, whatever they pack in those miniscule globules of goodness is enough to see me clean the entire house in under an hour). Rather I wanted to have a... Continue Reading →
Torn palms Hollowed chest Dawn halo Shadowed breast Fern brush Wet fur Silver light Fireflies stir Aching heart of cobwebs Ragged claws Silt ebbs Needles spin Silken gauze Earth mouths A human form Coarse pelt A promise shed As whispers line The wolf's bed
Spectral touch Miniature death Body unsheathed Familiar caress Redundant womb Alight in haste Rekindled by knowing chase Stolen breath Rapture bound Soul bequest to stone shroud Timid steps cement her place Where before life erased Emerald moss lines the bed Silently awaiting lovers breath
Mottled sky Damp skin Earth blanket Feminine Rainpour Barefoot Chestnut crown and papercuts Night bleeds into day Shadow winds smite their prey Paths appear cut through vine Awaiting her enveloped by twine As weary souls collect for bed, Resigned to one made of thread.
It took a recent hangover to realise the closest I’ll come to meeting my 5 a day is a fruit smoothie. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not averse to veggies, it’s more the false advertising I endured as a child that has left a bitter aftertaste in my mouth. Take the humble carrot for example,... Continue Reading →
I have a confession to make, whilst I want to encourage you to allow your mug to be captured on celluloid, I’m slightly guilty of Madge’s Papa Don’t Preach, in that my first reaction the moment someone requests a photo is to become a hive of industry. I’m not suggesting you rush out and buy... Continue Reading →
Don’t worry, I’m not about to ask you to prove you’re a natural blonde. However, I will let you into one of my personal beliefs and it’s not that the children are our future (although alarmingly at some stage they will inevitably take over the so called free world as we know it) rather I... Continue Reading →
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