Life

  • It’s Love

    Perhaps I am here to write. But at the core of that, at the core of my words, at the core of my message…I’m here to love. I always have been, and it’s more clear to me now that I’m… Continue reading

  • I See Me

    The soft girl whispers in my ear. I drift each cushion to the foot of the bed and carefully place it off to the side, as if it were made of precious, gold leaf. I peel back the doona; the… Continue reading

  • Soft

    It’s funny. To think of the damage caused by cultural norms and stereotypes. Of course, there are the absolutely beautiful cultural narratives out there. Those that cherish and honour human life by holding it, by respecting it so beautifully that… Continue reading

  • Like I am

    Deep within my heart there is a river, raging on. And I ask this river to be careful. ‘I am fragile,’ I say, on the softest breath. ‘Sway me, always, never to rush me, never demand. Hold me carefully, river.… Continue reading

  • Insomnia

    I lay in bed last night, at 4am, thinking of the tortured artist, thing. We feel so deeply, us creative folk, and therefore, we capture the world in its fullest expression. Which is beautiful. Really, ice-shatteringly beautiful. But we are… Continue reading

  • Together, Alone

    In the lonely hours they cry for their humanity. For the lost past, for the uncertain present they wander lost. Together, alone. Continue reading

  • Cookie

    Wondering about that second cookie. It exists, should I eat it? If I eat it, it will still be all it was before I gobbled it down. New shape. Different texture. Same ingredients, same everything else. Should I eat the… Continue reading

  • To Escape

    But if you only have eyes for the way you think life should be, then surely you are forgetting to live. To truly live. As you are. In this moment, this version of life that you so desperately wish to… Continue reading

  • Clear Air

    One day, she sits alone, and understands it all. That she’s never been alone. That all this time their pain has lived within her, pain she never asked for, pain that is not hers to bear. Clear air is what… Continue reading

  • My Own Peace

    Some days, I take a deep breath and ask the world to soften. The world never does soften. So I fall behind its wind, and I find my own peace. Continue reading