This is also one of my earliest song memories. I was four and we (my mom, my dad, and my aunt Vinni) were driving along the motorway to the airport for my first holiday abroad, to Salou and Barcelona.I remember hearing this song in my head throughout the trip; my memories of it are beautifully… Continue reading Of Course, I Remember: I Always Will.
Today, I am trying my best to have a duvet day. I emphasise "trying", as I can't adequately say how hard I find it to relax. Even if I seem calm, it's rare that I feel I truly am: there are always varying degrees of disquiet simmering beneath the skin, I so often feel that… Continue reading Friday 25th Sept ’20- Diary.
'Diaspora Child', my first poetry collection, is now available to buy in paperback on Amazon, and e-book on the Kindle store!!! Available in all Amazon territories and on Kindle apps and devices!!!
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
"Hello, my name is Ciona and I am a writer", I say in the manner of a support group introduction. It has been a while since I have posted anything on here that isn't poetry: there are a number of pieces I want to write and share, but I am taking my time with putting… Continue reading A Creator’s Conundrum- ‘Previously Unpublished’.
(Rinse) Selfless, gracious living organ My skin That I have scoured, rinsed and dried to within an inch of its life. This is not only a past reminiscence But a present admission, A recitation of mental condition. The skin I wear Demonstrative of turmoil I bear My injurious emotions scraped in like cavern carvings. Shards… Continue reading Skin Thing.
When you look back through photographs taken during significantly turbulent periods of your life, times of physical upheaval and particular emotional strain, the oppression and stifling dominance of those feelings- the sweeping fear of never being able to move on from or distance yourself from those life-changing experiences and realisations- rushes back and throws itself… Continue reading Kintsugi, Kintsukuroi
Outside the air smells alive, new greens and growths coming into being. The Springtime breeze swirls warm after midnight, whispering as it mingles and hushes through leaves. You can hear the great rush advancing, whipping up the night air. You stand in the doorway with palms facing out towards the darkness and allow the current… Continue reading Midnight Meditation
With an unseasonal chill and evening darkness that mimics Autumn, patchouli incense burning, it is definitely a U2 'October' listening mood.