Of Course, I Remember: I Always Will.

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.

Weds 14th Oct ’20, 20:08.

The tongue is more akin to a lasso than a harpoon, The way it winds itself round words. Some tie knots in strings and cherry stems, but this wet mouth-dwelling muscle of mine Weaves spells with slight and sinew. In my nose, right now, is the smell of the dark over my primary school on… Continue reading Weds 14th Oct ’20, 20:08.

Inaugural Flow: The Story Of My First Period

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

Notes on Nostalgia. Monday, the 18th of June, 2018- 16:36.

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.

February

As I begin writing the review of this month, there are still three days left of it until its close for this year. It is 18:14 on a Saturday evening and I am sipping on a homemade hot chocolate, which consists of half a mini Crunchie bar and a clatter of milk chocolate drops into… Continue reading February

The Music That Made Me- ‘Disintegration’ by The Cure

My parents split up when I was seven and I lived, until the age of seventeen, between three houses, spending alternate weeks in each with each parent- one week with my mother when she lived with my maternal grandparents and, then, with her alone when she moved into her house in the year I started… Continue reading The Music That Made Me- ‘Disintegration’ by The Cure