She realised she must be grateful for fucked up shit. They were still alive. Impossible thought! But in the early morning, she felt a new day. Blessing. The smell of onions on her washed hands was life now. They cooked together. Some days they chanted, cross-legged, closed-eyes, holding hands. Other days he'd walk. Deep breaths.... Continue Reading →
You uplift me. I say, I'm terrified. You listen with shimmering eyes. Listen humbly as always. We acknowledge not wanting to cause pain in the other. Your brown hand scarred with tiny pale circles of light skin, from burns, digs fingers into your scalp amongst speckled grey, beautiful-black dreadlocks. That hair. Smells of comfort, of... Continue Reading →
He wets his fingers, pinches her lit wick and extinguishes her flame when he says, 'You're not very sexual.' Her heart is lonely, harbouring the thought of the tumor in her father's lung. The sky is white, the road treacherous. She clasps a blemished crystal as though it's a compass.
Laid on her bed the breeze soft on her shoulders, she heard his voice out the window talking to a neighbour and jumped up to see him. Moonlight shone on Papa's dreadlocks. He waved. She copied. A forgotten memory caught in her chest. One from when she was four, five, six, of waiting to see... Continue Reading →
Most precious, life. I cup you in my hands and feel the pearl of you in my heart, life. In the wind that pounds my face, in the sadness of each sunset's goodbye, life. Spread through our smiles, singing, foot-tapping and laughing, oh you are good, even when your teardrops of rain beat down on... Continue Reading →
I wake in the night, petrified. Fear surrounds, drowns from the inside, out. Your presence blinds my courage with your invisible mutation. It weakens my spirit. You are constant.
She wants to freeze time. Ask fate to be kind and grant more moments for them to just sit together. Hypothetical torture: questions of, "if in the past she'd done this" butcher her thoughts. Blame is dry sand - tangible, but impossible to hand. Tears replace faith and prayers. For now, she likes to touch... Continue Reading →
Welcome to my website; a series of poetic diary entries as I stand by my father on his cancer journey. He was diagnosed stage 4 in March 2017. In 2015, I made the decision to become a writer. Since, I've completed a Creative Writing MA, written 2.5 (!) manuscripts and won the Janklow & Nesbit... Continue Reading →