In Loving Memory

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……

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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……

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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……

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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……

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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.                 ……