on returning to london ten years later
when i lived here, i was a girl on edge. a coffee addict with a hopeless sweet tooth. drifting about in a cloud of anxiety. small....
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Bits and Bobs
Words that come to me as they will.
lessons from the great pottery throwdown
there is a moment each episode when everyone’s glazed pots enter the kiln, perfectly finished or otherwise and the host declares with...
the body is designed for joy
after a week of indomitable grey sinking and shrinking in a mountain of woes i subject myself to something called the joy workout...
coming out
before i became conscious of what it meant to be an introvert, i thought i was defective in my thirst for solitude. no one taught me that...
no template for this love
i think we’re painting our own picture of love, using the only colours we know. an eclectic world drawn from multiple palettes. we take...
self-defense class
here in this fitness studio basement an underground coven of women hemmed in by blow-up attackers sick of living in fear here, we learn...
anything i love i devour
anything i love i devour - men, butter mochi, prestige TV. i stay up far too late consuming all of the above. like a flame burning...
turbulence
this yawning, cavernous sadness shape-shifts like a house of spirits shrinking with a state of flow deep breaths absurdist comedy gamelan...
the voyeur (an imagined future)
instagram must know we used to be lovers, because your stories are still the first i see. you hardly posted while we dated, so the...
how i know you loved me
you insisted on celebrating my birthday with me two weeks into dating you called right after that shooting to make sure i had someone to...
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