Hygge : a playlist
Falling Short : Lapsley Beach Baby : Bon Iver Naked as We Came : Iron & Wine Mystery of Love : Sufjan Stevens Oliver : Brooke Bentham Blanket : Siv Jakobsen Super 8 Eyes : Benjamin Francis Leftwich Archie, Marry […]
Chrysalism
There is a reason I say nothing, why I walk on raised toes, pull up on the door handle to hide the whisper of the carpet, lean but never leave my room, listening listening to the rain listening to the […]
1,2,3,4
I have four homes; constantly in migration and always lost in translation between. Each pulls from me a different colour, each equal, each silk, each frayed and lost and rebuilt, regrowing. My post falls through the same door I walked […]
A Letter From The Editor
Home is tricky, made out to be so soft and simple by cliché sayings printed on placemats or recited when no other advice comes. But where am I when I say I’m home, where do I travel back to or […]
Spring, Summer, Your Hand In Mine
22/5/17 When the day forces us to part, you to your work, I to mine, I feel the tug of withdrawal symptoms from your second-hand smoke; tingling on my lips, static into the shape of letters of words not to […]
A Letter From The Editor
Everything is ours. The world revolves around you, and everything you see is tainted by that, dripping in the significant, or lack off, that you grant it. The park is holding hands for the first time, the candle you light […]
Thong
Today I wear black lace, tracing the curvature that I thought looked like two perfect crescent moons in the bathroom mirror this morning, exposed to the early warmth of July. I wear the somewhat explicitly sexy matching set of a […]
Used To Be Mine
You had held my hand for approximately three hours; walking in, and sitting in the dark with your face lit in a subtle orange from the man on screen’s t-shirt. I framed the ticket, but now the beginning twinkle of […]
The Past Us
The past us would’ve clawed at sheets and clung to skin. Not content until the scent was merged and all was bare. Now the bed is not cold but burns as we pull away irritated by touch and held […]
She Could Start A War In 10 Seconds
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 […]