The usual comment about the innately destructive comparison culture perpetuated by society through the media, especially social media- I want, in this instance, however, to bring this conversation to a personal level, about my experiences so far as a writer, a poet (although I gag supremely at this label where it applies to me, so… Continue reading Trust your own Process.
The 1st- seeing at least five people- separate from each other, within a short space of time, in various directions on our road- carrying flower bunches Fat, gnarled croissants, like witchy winklepickers A fat croissant with Bonne Maman strawberry jam Rediscovering the P.U.L.S.E version of 'Wish You Were Here' The 2nd and 3rd- grey rainy… Continue reading March
Saturday, the 5th of March, 2001. An eleven-year-old girl is staying at her mom's- well, her grandparents' (mother's parents)- house, where they have lived for a number of years since her parents split up, and later, divorced. I think it was four years in total- mom moved into her house, if I recall correctly, in… Continue reading Inaugural Flow: The Story Of My First Period