Thought about the dimples burrowing in your cheeks, and the warm breath softness of your skin. I wondered what you’re wondering about, what your hopes and dreams are, what you wake up each morning thinking about. Are you a dewey morning person or a sacred night owl? I wondered what your favourite colour is, and […]
And: And: every step is a cold skeleton hand on lungs grasping gasping my breath falters anticipating frozen waiting for the back lash the front lash the lashing white hot fire licking hairs on my neck every stomp every punched wall a reminder a warning of how hard you can punch of how much you […]
*In honour of Taurus season, I’m revisiting a blog I posted for my 24th birthday because, you know, I’m so much wiser now. The theme of this year for me has been about healing, and in doing so I’ve dug up years of old journals and have been digging in and writing about my past […]
weren’t we? When we were young? When there wasn’t this war waging between head and heart and gut. When it was full-bodied doing, full-bodied being. When the wisdom of the naive was everything and reading my journal becomes like a letter from the future. That girl, there, she knew. She knew. That I’d forget things […]
March, I was ready for you, and you were ready for me. We were a change of seasons beginning in the back of my car, hatch back, open to world in a way I wish my heart was. You carried me to sleep with distant drumming and incense burning and stars poking through the fabric […]
And: your mouth holds the kind of words that make me want to write every single one of them down while you see the deepest parts of me, while my thighs open and you see a paradisiacal vestibule, a miracle, a life more resilient than cockroaches, a cuckolded sorceress, my love, my life, my youth: […]
She wore pink, and black latex, and her platinum hair like a modern-day Marilyn Monroe. She was soaked in seduction, opened like a lotus in front of a camera, but unfurled into introversion away from its gaze. In those moments, I only ever wanted to crawl inside her, and wrap her shy and fragile whimsy […]
When I first met you, my cranberry-scented candles stood tall on my bedside table. Thick red cylinders of fruity scent, waiting to be lit and burned for 40 hours. When you first slept over, you wanted to sleep with them burning. And though I didn’t want to waste my precious wicks, for you I let […]
That’s what he said. I studied Professional Communication (a degree combining journalism, PR and media), but: I’m not a good communicator. I spend my days storytelling for a living, through video, words, images, but: I’m not a good communicator. I’ve built my life around communicating, but: I’m not a good communicator. And somewhere along the […]
I’ll leave it up to you: How I’ll get around, Where I’ll sleep, What my poison is tonight. And, I’ll write you a song: To help you get to sleep, and because that’s the only way I can show you what the next five years could look like. Universe, I’ve been searching for a place […]