I wish I was someone else, Someone good. I found a note on my phone that read: But there’s nothing there! There’s nothing here for me or anyone else. I can’t believe I’ve attached so much to stale tobacco on an armchair or not texting back. I don’t want to see something beautiful mowed down… Continue reading Golden hour
Category: Writing
This isn’t about you it’s about me
I know you told me so, and you can save your breath if a thought like that is coming up to the surface. It’s hard out here – in here, and god knows I’m hard enough on myself. But I do honestly appreciate you telling me so and also for taking the time to hear… Continue reading This isn’t about you it’s about me
Stead
I’ve thought from time to time that if I were someone else, I could find things in me to love. But I’m myself and I’ve never felt quite right with the idea of living on that plane. If I ever do build a home for myself it won’t be built out of reckless self-love, it’ll… Continue reading Stead
Wild Swimming
I sat down to write this and then I remembered that a month or so ago I recommended Sebald’s Rings of Saturn to someone having never actually read it. I now feel like a gargoyle and remember the conversation I had earlier about imposter syndrome. A bit pseudo for me. It makes me tired to… Continue reading Wild Swimming
20.1.19
Don’t look too closely at dreams of running, wielding sharp objects and banshee wailing. Step outside and feel sun on your face — remember how you sat on your bed with that beautiful boy and told him your braveness was what, like, made it all worth it. You weren’t even rolling; just giddy he was… Continue reading 20.1.19
Hypomnêsis
“This way through night’s magic corridors where our beloved come back to us alive, right here and with no blood tax at the border.” —Hélène Cixous, Dream I Tell You "I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams." —W. B. Yeats, 'The Cloths of Heaven' Picture it, a… Continue reading Hypomnêsis
On Moonlight
In peach-lit Miami, Moonlight shows three stages in the life of black-American Chiron. In young adolescence he finds a surrogate father figure in Juan (played by Mahershala Ali). He has abusive slurs thrown at him (including by his mother) without even knowing that they are homophobic. Juan is instrumental in the development of Chiron's character,… Continue reading On Moonlight
October/Panther
I wrote these pieces in my second year of university in Brighton (2014). They were published (sort of) in the short fiction anthology that year. Last night someone told me I needed a reality check, and it made me miss this time a lot, which is ironic because at the time I was writing about… Continue reading October/Panther
Robert Rauschenberg at the Tate Modern
It's a drizzly day in London when I go to see the Rauschenberg exhibition, which only makes it more surreal when I walk through the door and see Monogram (1955-59), a taxidermied Angora goat standing on a collage, in the middle of the room. The Combines form the first section of the exhibition, and are an affronting, energetic introduction… Continue reading Robert Rauschenberg at the Tate Modern
Letters for Rent 