My mother is a plum tree, Small in size But overladen with worth The winter frost is harsh, Plucking the bones of her And leaving her empty But when I am desperate And starving, She revives me with sweetness Because of my mother, My children will sit beneath her Juice trickling down their chins
My New Years Resolutions are the same as they always are. In fact, this post was actually from a previous blog of mine last year. The thing is, my resolutions are always the same because I think they're things that you can constantly improve. I'm always going to want to get fitter, eat better, learn … Continue reading Fight me, 2018.
The end of the year is always a period of reflection and everyone and their cat is looking back on 2017 and thinking, 'What have I really done?'. Usually this question would send me into a spiral of 'fuck, I've done nothing for 365 days' but this year, I can proudly say that I did … Continue reading 2017’s Done List
I don’t want to talk of the moon or the stars Because when I’m crying at night alone I don’t feel like stardust I don’t feel like I have a galaxy inside of me I am not celestial I am not a constellation In perfect arrangement I am not a universe That starry … Continue reading DAWN.
Whenever I move house, I always forget how stressful it is. I imagine its like giving birth (but y'know without the intolerable pain). You get so excited about how happy you're going to be and this new thing in your life that you forget about the pain of moving heavy boxes, the emotionally charged packing … Continue reading Pro-cat-stination
Do you ever have those times in your life when you just cannot access your vibes? Its like my head is filled with glue. I can't write, I can't pick up on my gut feelings, I can't think how to decorate my home... I try to do it and I get stuck in the glue. … Continue reading Bitch Killed My Vibes
We should divorce, he says. I open my mouth, To negotiate, to compromise, To beg, to plead A single moth escapes. I start to scream, My entire body shakes with the sound, But it is the fluttering of thousands of wings. I burst apart. Flying off into a hundred directions, Each of them … Continue reading Apart