Clouds billow around the mountain topsFine, gossamer as smokeAs if the heights they reach are notRock formations or fragments of giant Earth moulding substance,But a pot, …
On belonging
Living in four different countries before the age of six years old has warped my perception of what it is to have a home. Considering …
I’ve always loved the seaside view
I like to think these wounds that time has cauterised, reveal, in perfect preservation evidence of lives that have passed through you. But the rubble …
“Now, where did I hear that?”
Playlist on Apple Music Perhaps I didn’t search hard enough, or use the correct phrasing, but I have not been able to locate a single …
Bolu Babalola’s Love In Colour
Love In Colour is predominantly an anthology of romantic short stories, a collection which Babalola herself adeptly names ‘mythical tales from around the world, retold.’ …
Textiles and Materials of Discrimination
Hoops, studs, cuffs, drop earrings. Fashion accessories, cultural identifiers, rites of passage, even methods of rebellion. For centuries, earrings have featured in every culture and …
The Restless Child
I have always been an introverted person, and I have always largely lived in my own head, often getting lost in my daydreams. When I …
Lizzie Borden’s Mirror
Have you ever axed someone? To death or just to grievous injury. (There is no real way to axe someone lightly. It is either final …
A Stream of Consciousness on How Sex and Love are Confusing Concepts to Place.
I don’t know how to love. Scratch that. I think I don’t know how to love. And actually, scratch that again. Because love isn’t the …