At the Performance Poetry workshop I attended yesterday, we looked at some videos of performers. One of them had a few notes playing in the background and the performer speaking in a characteristic singsong, often-rhyming style. I blurted out, “But that’s rap!” The others smiled and told me that rap…
A pick-up artist wrote a book called ‘The Game’ and he may as well have called it, ‘A little negging, a lot of begging’.
Imaan Sheikh was the name on Twitter’s buzz because of a screenshot of her tweets from three years earlier.
Happy anniversary, lover.Happy anniversary, liar.
Your voice still terrifies me. If anger were energy, you’re a nuclear reactor. But I only saw the gravity, I only heard the pain, I only felt your fear. And inside your head, for you, I became everything I could see. No wonder you hate me. Now, every now and…
A poem about emotional boundaries and sex
I got my second tattoo yesterday. It is a paper plane, embellished in the watercolour style and is etched flying off my right wrist.
This was my first ever performance of something I’d written.
It’s time to start being more conscious about which people I call friends, even on Facebook.
Last year, I went to see my gynacologist. She asked if I’d like to freeze my eggs. It made me consider the role of mother.