Falling for Autumn
Today I stepped outside and it smelt like autumn. And so begins my love affair with this beautiful season. There’s something magical about autumn that has captivated me for as long as I can remember. Maybe because it’s the season of my birthday (October 1st and don’t you forget it), maybe it’s the transition from […]
Poetry Corner | Poem #6: Forgetting You (Fire Again)
Shadows and flames of people with no names. 1, 2, 3, and purge the memories of those who do not deserve to be remembered. Then you’ll feel better, I promise.
Poetry Corner | Poem #5: Roots and Stars
I’ve got to keep growing, upwards and downwards, to get to where I want to be. Just watch.
Poetry Corner | Poem #4
Because even when I’m somewhere I love, I can’t stop thinking about somewhere else. That’s the blessing and the curse of feeling at home everywhere and nowhere.
Poetry Corner | Poem #3: Orbiting
Because sometimes you know that things won’t work out, no matter how hard you want them to. Especially when you’re moving like two planets away from each other. I’ve been trying to perfect this poem for ages and it got to the point where I just had to put it down for now and let it […]
Poetry Corner: Let’s Talk About the Fear
Ok, it’s time to admit something which I think is probably fairly obvious, but nevertheless important to express: I’m terrified of sharing my words. I set up this little Poetry Corner section of my blog with the intention of regularly publishing the poems which I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember. Somewhat naively, […]
Poetry Corner | Poem #2: The Buzz
Just a quick one this week, a 1am iPhone note poem about that annoying thing you have to live with: your mind. Sending festive greetings and good tidings for this time of year, and all the best as we welcome in 2015.
Introducing: Poetry Corner, and Poem #1: Versioning
I’ve been writing poetry for as long as I can remember. I was that nerdy girl in school, the one you all hated, who, when the teacher set the homework of writing a poem in the voice of Macbeth’s Banquo, ignored the groans of all her classmates and happily ran home to write a long epic narrative in iambic pentameter. […]