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.
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I want to write and share, but I am taking my time with putting… Continue reading A Creator’s Conundrum- ‘Previously Unpublished’.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 I cast my gaze down towards the growth marks on my legs, pearlescent cracks in my dust-rose-toned skin, I see satellite images of landscapes shaped by vast waterways, ambling on the tops of my thighs. Pictures of parched and contoured earth sculpted by rivers, skeletal carvings of tributaries Are reflected in my body, the… Continue reading : I Am Water
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.
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