Personal Pasts
Cosmic dancer : T. Rex 505 : Arctic Monkeys Tango in the night : Fleetwood Mac The killing moon : Echo & The Bunnymen Do you remember the first time? : Pulp Musician, please take heed : God Help The […]
Cosmic dancer : T. Rex 505 : Arctic Monkeys Tango in the night : Fleetwood Mac The killing moon : Echo & The Bunnymen Do you remember the first time? : Pulp Musician, please take heed : God Help The […]
“Only four pounds for a box of four!” Southall’s own sun hovers over the high street. A brown, skin-like membrane presents itself across the surfaces of dozens of cups of masala chai. In this suburb, steam rises from the windows […]
Passed The past exists presently. Lingers by association – It lives on red fingertips Bred and born upon temptation Infinite, but so full of wait…wait? Just weight here and feel, (now) See how it clings quietly – This dark […]
Dear Mrs, I don’t know you but in a way I do, for we are both privileged, western white women. We are both blessed with rights; a vote, a voice, power. Yet I can’t for the life of me recognise […]
“I feel like my childhood has been taken away from me, stolen. I’m 32, my childhood should already be over but it wasn’t. Up until now I felt like I was still living it, I still had that care free […]
Although the nature of this metaphorical poetry may portray this particular love as an object of envy, upon reflection of this past relationship, I can conclude that it is not. I wrote this poem over two years ago, after a […]
pt. 1 I am lying on my back in an alleyway. And the stones are digging into my skin, as I rack my mind, about all those times that I refused to let you in. Do you remember […]