Getting down and thirty
For one glorious year, I was almost-no-longer-twentysomething – but 29 is still twentysomething. Alas, those days are behind…
Blisters, sparks / Unexpected sentimentality
This post was originally titled "Poems about boys". Then I thought that was too racy and also inaccurate. So I changed it.
There are two poems, both inspired by - but not actually about - boys. But this is poetry, after all, so who am I to tell you what my poems are "actually" about?
If you're still interested in my attempts at creative writing, please read on ...
Trains, Platform 29
Lately I’ve been spending time alone on the train, with the trains inside this mind where I am surrounded…
2016: Resolving me
I’m an anti-resolutionist. I’ve always been sceptical about the value of New Year’s resolutions. Occasionally I’d humour my sister…
Almost-no-longer-twentysomething
“You’re not 25 anymore, y’know,” my sister says. She’s being gracious. After another year abroad, I re-enter my…
Okay, you’ve put me in a box
Since I was a teenager, I’ve wrestled with the complicated truth that when you try to be different…