Chose peace in the end and trying to congratulate myself for that, queasy with the thought that if my hand hadn’t been forced I’m not sure I would have done it. Knowing that what matters isn’t how we made the choice but the choice we made in the end, it doesn’t really matter how we… Continue reading March
Tag: poetry
July
It is this deep blankness is the real thing strange. The more things happen to you the more you can’t Tell or remember even what they were. The contradictions cover such a range. The talk would talk and go so far aslant. You don’t want madhouse and the whole thing there. - Let it Go,… Continue reading July
Hurry up please, it’s time
We spoke again and again, I tried to sleep it off but then, all of a sudden, it had been five days. When I was high I felt euphoria like I had never felt before, and I thought about how I wasn’t thinking of you. You told me about how you had finally realised that… Continue reading Hurry up please, it’s time
I’m going to try not to swear in this post
I had planned to write something earlier, but the piles of gifts and flowers were too much and I was trapped in my room without a laptop charger. Having successfully shooed the countless suitors from my door and filed several restraining orders I have finally settled down to share my thoughts on this special day. Let's be… Continue reading I’m going to try not to swear in this post
April
This was the first creative piece I wrote on my MA at Sussex, and it received a *mixed* response. It occurred to me a while back that I probably owe you an explanation as to why I stayed behind. In the beginning it was all I could do to look out of the window and… Continue reading April
Letters for Rent 