Reaching for someone lost is like the sensation in your dreams when all of a sudden you become aware that you don’t recognise where you are. Like the nature of your reality is suddenly entirely alien. You hold your hand out, call out, look out over the garden, expecting a space to be filled, an… Continue reading Phantom.
This is for someone as warm as the sun. For years now I’ve been desperately trying to curate myself into a garden. So far I’ve only managed a few weeds, one or two spring blooms that lived short, bright lives, before they died. I tend to the patches of earth, unreliably and clumsily. And sometimes… Continue reading Writing On Wednesdays #14: ‘Something To Give’
Fall Away. The world is floating by once again, in hues of warming orange and yellow. I watch the trees turb, conkers fall, like polished jeweks, hidden treasure in amongs the leaf laden ground. It's quiet now, for that small snapshot in our year. Before the bustle of Christmas. Walk by the river. Be near… Continue reading Writing on Wednesdays #12
In the dreaming hours, I am far away, drifting through unconscious plains or staring out to the sky of another city another town, another place, without you. The space between us is strained, like an elastic band about to snap. It's filled with the things we whispered to each other on nights where we only… Continue reading What it is to be apart.
So a lot has happened since I last updated this blog. Here's the short version: I completed my third and final year of university in York. This included my finishing of my precious baby, my dissertation...Which I got a 1st for!!! *distant cheers heard in the background likening to a live audience comedy show* I… Continue reading Fighting writers block.