I haven’t been writing much lately. Lols. I thought, the only up-side to having a severe mental health relapse and having to leave work and go back onto benefits is that I’ll have a lot of time to write! I thought: I can get up in the morning, spend a few hours working and then…… Continue reading I will start writing, I will start writing, I will start writing….
It’s strange, I spent a day yesterday staring at the computer screen, unable to type anything or even construct a sentence. I don’t usually suffer with this problem, usually I have an idea and can pen enough for an article in half an hour or so. However I think that post christmas, post relapse, I’m…… Continue reading Post christmas, post relapse- and an understandable lack of direction.
I am adrift and un-anchoured. When you sit next to me the blue carpet beneath us rolls and the sofa pitches as if we are aboard a vessel steaming across a vast uncharted ocean. Waves rock and roll us and the motion is relentless- I can taste salt on my lips and feel the wet…… Continue reading Unrequited lust (poem)
The present moment, a mess of interpretation a puzzle strewn across my minds eye. Leaves scattered across an old picnic blanket left behind after the long summer day. The night winds blow cold now through the eaves and echoes of laughter and screams of delight idle away like wet foot prints across a…… Continue reading Movement (poem)
I’m looking after a cat for the week. It’s the cutest pet and sometimes my mind falls away with it. Are metaphors successful if nobody else understands them? In the past my mind employed harmless ideas to cover up ghosts. The groping fingers of my grey matter would drape its ghouls in silks and baubles…… Continue reading Catharsis (2)
Two sides this life; black and white endlessly contradicting one another; cancelling one another out; a mirror opposing a mirror in my mind. This need to interpret to assign meaning has been generated via necessity but is now functioning to render all moments mute all sunrises empty and all pathways circular because it has…… Continue reading Resolution (poem)
Oh mad world- you want to chew me up and spit me out so badly and I am tempted, I cannot deny the heady scent of your hot saliva, dripping, steaming calls out to something in my blood, something salty red and present which only wants to be devoured. It’s just that- there’s another urge…… Continue reading Chew me up, spit me out
I’m presently locked into a violent and somewhat personal battle with the words which exist in my head. I’ve found most of the relevant ones already, now I’m struggling to rearrange them into an order which pleases me. This battle’s been going on for quite some time, and my associated war wounds are real and…… Continue reading #WritingCommunity
My last day at work was last Friday. My fixed term contract came to an end, and I’m currently waiting on a start date for new employment. This is all extremely exciting and massively nerve-wracking but I want to leave that for another post; the roller coaster which has been my “return to the world…… Continue reading A book proposal- AND a 10,000 person online platform
Tired synapses struggle with connection. I blink, and look back down to the page. Words stutter, to resolve themselves on my lips and in my mind, they patter out from the darkness on flat feet and flail about in the light of awareness, my brain’s waves are irregular- inspiration stutters and blasts in and out,…… Continue reading Tired synapses