Technicolour Prisms
The past is technicolour and we are the prisms that make it so.
Ex-factor
I’m Always Coming of Age
I think I’ll be coming of age for the rest of my life. I immerse myself in people & experiences, that it is the death of the rest of me.
Seeing The Signs
In embracing the idea that every experience has lessons for me, I have to admit, they all come with prior signs as well.
I Don’t Celebrate Halloween, Can I Leave?
“I don’t think he ever actually liked me,” I told a friend last week. Incredulous, he asked me, then why was he with you?
BOOK REVIEW: Rust & Stardust-T Greenwood: Stars Under The Rust
Reading ‘Rust & Stardust’ (a true crime account that inspired the fiction book ‘Lolita’) helped me process old trauma.
Spring-Cleaning For The Soul
I’m surrounded by question marks, in the shape of expensive gifts from you. I’ve discarded the funny, the cheesy, the lighthearted lines like you’ve done our laughs. But what about the Parisian box of songs? La vie en rose may as well be a life of thorns. I don’t like…
Thank You For The Paper Planes
I returned to the poetry circuit last week. Yes, I have been performing here and there but only where I’ve been pulled in. 2017 has hit me with so many things, I’ve needed to stop and regain my breath. I wrote a new piece and read it right off my…
Poem For An Ex I May Have Told You About
I had a chance to get this off my chest last year. I’m so grateful for the stage giving me a chance to voice things that had been eating away my insides for too long. I’ve been silenced by well-meaning friends and others who are just inconvenienced by anything other…
Tired Is Good
The last few years have been better after a living nightmare. But I’m tired.
There’s No Sane Way To Grieve
Breakups need to be grieved. Grieving is messy and the path to healing isn’t straight. But if you have the space & support, it happens.