Trapped Inside An Elevator – Poetry Month 2021

My favourite prompts in the 2021 Dirty Thirty Poetry Month Challenge were the ‘Zombie Apocalypse‘, and ‘Trapped Inside an Elevator’ … both are topics I would absolutely never have written on… While writing about being trapped in an elevator we were asked to imagine there were other people in the elevator and there was notContinue reading “Trapped Inside An Elevator – Poetry Month 2021”

No wrong way…

As with all my work – I cannot claim to speak for everyone… this is what I have seen, felt and learned through my life and experiences. I believe that survivors of trauma, assault and abuse are often told or led to believe that there is a “correct” way in which we must present andContinue reading “No wrong way…”

Not in My Cave You Don’t

My son asked me the other day how grown ups know, when they are having ‘grown up time’ that it feels good. He wanted to know specifically which part of the brain told the heart that ‘this is the one.’ Not a question I had been planning to answer as we ran down the streetContinue reading “Not in My Cave You Don’t”

Your Soul

When good friends are torn apart by the deliberate, pre-meditated and hurtful actions of another – it is a tragedy. It is not fair and it hurts. It is like seeing a pod of majestic whales suffering and drying after becoming stranded on the shore. A loss felt by many, which cannot be mended. WhenContinue reading “Your Soul”

Scar Tissue from Gas Burns

Scar tissue of the heart is an interesting thing. I was reminded of this today once I calmed down from an argument with one of my oldest friends. I don’t claim to be a psychology expert by any means, but I know me and my story. I know some of the things that trigger me,Continue reading “Scar Tissue from Gas Burns”

I just gotta say this

I just spend about 30 minutes writing up a post which I can not publish. It is relating to my son finding audio recordings of me singing in German, and us both in a rural village in Kenya … during the post and explaining all of this my son goes from laughing to sad toContinue reading “I just gotta say this”

Talk dirty to me…

I was musing this morning… about 90% of my childhood memories I have involve my Mum feeding babies – or making food (I like food memories). It also occurred to me after my son was born that despite seeing babies fed every day of my life, and it being an everyday, essential, and natural occurrenceContinue reading “Talk dirty to me…”

You – more than just memories

So many people – myself included – felt alone and isolated last year. I felt as though I was on a pendulum which swung back and forth between “this time doesn’t count, you will catch up later,” and “you have lost so much time… and there isn’t much left.” Some months ago, during this time,Continue reading “You – more than just memories”