• Poetry

    Half asleep poet

    I really don’t mind That you’re hard to find It’s all quite true I love to search for you But would it be kind Would it be blind If I decided that today It’s my turn to run away Would…

  • Poetry

    Cactus

    Elbows on the table Jaw in my hands The dull ache Breaks my thoughts Someone Across the room Shifts uncomfortably Released from my gaze My out-of-my-mind gaze A dull ache thumps From my belly My heart I crack my jaw…

  • Poetry

    hey girl

    Hey girl With the sun in her eyes Leaves in her hair Laughter in her lungs Twirling under the arches Making waves that pulse With music and song Fingers trail over stone made warm Moss clings to cracks Water steals…

  • Blog

    Cornflake Girl: When do I become a real writer?

    When do you know that you’re really a writer? According to my partner, it’s when you start eating cereal at night. It’s almost lunch time and I’ve just finished a bowl of cornflakes. Despite having to shove my cat’s face…