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!!!
It's Backstreet Boys month!! The 4th- the scent of rain on verdance breathing through the window; overcast, grey, abundant green, a fresh, cool, earthy breeze The 5th- new resolve, kindling, slow; the bitter-yellow taste of the lemon slice left saturating in my water; the intense, mouth-watering green chilli and garlic scent of the Heck green… Continue reading June
The 1st- Beltane With and in all my senses, appreciating and knowing nature's majesty, the essence of life Magick is everywhere The 8th- Bluebells and blush blossoms A beautiful walk in the drizzle, drinking in the scents and colour around- perfect temperature too, pleasant warm and damp Drizzle kissing skin and hair This glorious, light… Continue reading May
The 2nd- A calm, rainy morning, muted white-grey; enjoying this sensory moment snuggled under the duvet The quilted trees, strikingly contrasted against grey skies The visual tasting-plate of painted leaves and embroidered blossoms Buds blinking, turning infant leaves The 4th- True to nature, so far; April showers The delicious aroma of raw red onions, mushrooms… Continue reading April
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
The 4th- night air, eight o'clock and post, still smelling cold, but with a scent of freshness, of something else; it smells like late-October, lightness and possibility, a definite lift of the heart The Seven Sisters, still and proud as ever, an anchor in the clear Winter sky The enchanting, dusty black-blue of blueberries The… Continue reading February
Breaking a two-and-a-bit-month period of seclusion (the 4th) Magic, bejewelled, slighty tart to the scent and taste blackcurrant jam Avian flightpaths- birds unidentified- as ordered, graceful, turbulent and chaotic as the sea The new Lush spa shop in town Small, candy-pink roses, petals as delicate as crafted from crepe paper The promise in January's light,… Continue reading January
Nostalgia is an incredibly personal, piercing pain. I had on the radio earlier and heard 'Dead From The Waist Down' by Catatonia (between 15:30 and 15:35): it was introduced as one of their less-played tracks, perhaps it is now, but I remember hearing it quite frequently when it was out. I was a child in… Continue reading Notes on Nostalgia. Monday, the 18th of June, 2018- 16:36.