I was having lunch at my grandparents’ house when I was around 14. I remember it being a Sunday lunch, with chicken and lots of …
This Living, Breathing House of Death
Looking on the Cuillin, Skye.
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, …
Outsiders
A strained tension pervades every corner of my home. As Christmas preparations begin earlier and earlier every year, tinsel replacing cobwebs in the local supermarkets …
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.’ …
There’s nothing more romantic than a good death ☺
80% of soldiers can’t shoot a defenseless enemy , but I haven’t been to war, so I know that that’s bullshit. I’ve grown masochistic to …
INSOMNIA IS NOT MY FRIEND
i end every day by promising myself: tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow but that hymn becomes a hex as i become acquainted with the quiet and my …
I think I was born tired
I think I must have been born tired and weathered and agedA little girl three going on thirty they would say Big eyes, weary eyes, …