Every time I add honey to tea, I think of you, and how sweet you made the world taste. Then I smile and continue on my way. [TW: Death, sudden loss of a family member] On the 24th of September 2019, as I was preparing to travel to Thessaloniki in Greece, I received a call…… Continue reading In Loving Memory
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On Being A Woman Walking Alone In The Dark To walk home and fear every shadow, every twist and turn of path. To stay within earshot of a group of men, hoping they will come to your aid if you need it, whilst simultaneously keeping a “safe” distance in the knowledge that they might just…… Continue reading 1.3
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Weaving and watching you’re passing paralysis on one, two, three… ‘Hello, I’m…’ surprised at my own voice filtering out of this stranger and the smile that s q u eezes out of these stained lips reflecting s c a…… Continue reading 1.2
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Snippets Pink is awful And the man to my left is hunched over, his lighter flickers on and off and on and off, intermittently illuminating his face. The flickering continues, until he too feels the soft anxiety that has begun to filter through the carriage. Pink is the worst colour There is a short middle-aged…… Continue reading 1.1
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The air stole breath from your lungs and swirled cool and unbroken about in your mouth forcing and forming involuntary vowel sounds in the warm hollow I was just trying to buy new razor heads for god’s sake not looking to be inflated like a balloon. …… Continue reading 1.0