Speak Like You Know Me (Discussion and Poem)

Pic from tameramowry.com Speak Like You Know Me Femme fatale, vixen, temptress, siren, seductress find the worthy noun.  Part of the same crowd. Subjected, rejected and used.  Perhaps that what you mean by unexplainably obtuse. The overlooked,  Heralded responsible or nurturing.  Saved by the measures that the fearless championed. Took. Abused and tortured,  The outrightContinue reading “Speak Like You Know Me (Discussion and Poem)”

Language of her heart

(pic from boredart.com) The feat of the beast, the rising knots of hair. The source that betrayed her, when everyone was there. The increasing thoughts of yonder, in the palms of once strangers. The plunge of relief, announced the wakening of the feast. The tappings of quiet change, like the itching of rife mange.  BirthedContinue reading “Language of her heart”

Good Girls 

(pic by hbbscounselling.org)  Most claim to know one but the biggest challenge isn’t the shift. Impressions or social aversion to the name.  Antagonising internalisations of the sometimes steadfast, the experience or thoughts that directly battles with a being so easily championed.  Human. The voice that rages after mishaps coaxing the return to self. SpiritsContinue reading “Good Girls “

👀 Freaking Good Fashion Watching

In 2017 as well as writing stories, participating in global thrill-seeking experiences, working and supporting as many good causes as possible I also hope to continue my journey as a fashion watcher. Yes, you read this correctly and no don’t get worried I’m not referring to the person sat across from me awkward but the billions ofContinue reading “👀 Freaking Good Fashion Watching”

This Really Is Christmas… (Story)

The pouring of snowflakes elicited a shiver of optimism for Thalia, as she braved the cold to top up the food stock for her parents’ traditional dinner. She couldn’t help but think of all the wonderful treats that would be made. A glorious smell ingrained in the visuals of her mind: crispy roasted potatoes, aContinue reading “This Really Is Christmas… (Story)”


A vessel of change A beginner and master of skills A nurturer of life and death A receiver of supportive and toxic ideology The mannequin of appropriation The vulnerable canvas of social media Why then is it so challenging to comprehend being receptive to trusting ourselves? Whilst we already trust others that we may neverContinue reading “Open”

Here Comes The Nails

It’s been quite some time since I’ve shared a real life experience so I thought I’d discuss my once private nail art obsession. If you could see me now you’ll probably look from my au naturel fingers to my face like really?!! But don’t be fooled by my divine paint job. Smoke and mirrors, smokeContinue reading “Here Comes The Nails”

Just A Hunch – Short Story

‘Anthony can you hear me?’ What kind of question was that? He thought, of course he could hear them. Every single one of them and they were annoyingly talking over each other like a fan gushing over their favourite band member. All statements and very little substance, seasoned with spontaneous vague questioning. No that wasContinue reading “Just A Hunch – Short Story”

This Could Be You (Short Story Tribute To Mental Health Week)

‘Shut up! Shut up! You’re so annoying. Why are you always talking over me when I’m trying to listen.’ Travis scolded breaking the silence of his cousin’s house. Simon had been his only relative to invite him over for the holiday festivities and although Travis was grateful he felt he could do without the lectures,Continue reading “This Could Be You (Short Story Tribute To Mental Health Week)”