Tag Archives: Poetry
I hadn’t been to a gig/concert in a long time. Music was something I had recently relegated to Spotify playlists out of convenience, but when the chance to see Khalid in London came up, it satisfied what I had long been craving – listening to raw, transcendent melody live in the flesh. The ballads ‘Better’Continue reading “free spirit.”
the time is nigh.
face of a coward.
The next few weeks will be testing. The imminent emergence of yesteryear followed by a chance to finally confront the truth on a hard-fought-for podium. 362 days I have waited, and for a minute, I had lost hope that I would ever be given the chance to unbury myself. But the build-up has proved toContinue reading “face of a coward.”
six feet under.
international women’s day.
Celebrating today with remembering the importance of some of the most influential women to me (besides my mum and the other significant women in my life), amongst the plethora of trail-braziers. Comment your picks!
You could say I might be a tad egotistical for fixating on this eponymous day rather than starting off by talking about Lent as a whole, but cut me some slack. Ash Wednesday is practically a second birthday to me, I’ve already had people wishing me (seriously). And as fun as Pancake Day was yesterdayContinue reading “forty days.”
stamps of sugihara
In times of extreme geo-political conflict, the law of the jungle naturally promotes an ‘every man for himself’ kind of attitude, as a core way of self-preservation. Of course, there is the occasional individual sacrifice and collective war effort to be seen, but there is also much tribalism, the protection of one’s own interests vehementlyContinue reading “stamps of sugihara”