I’m talking about the kind you get after socialising with gusto. The hangover that leaves you emotionally and physically drained, without the need for one too many daiquiris the night before (though the two do often come in hand in hand).
Vote | God’s House Tower’s new neon artwork!
I'm VERY excited to share that I'm in the final two in a local neon artwork commission!
Poem | Resolute
One year ago today, we were told to simply stay at home. I've attempted to summarise my feelings in this poem.
Me, Myself and Instagram
I've become somewhat of a social media addict. I'm not sure if it's been exacerbated by the last year of lockdowns and deprivation of human contact, but that there is my confession. So when my lovely friend Bronwen asked me to write an essay on the theme of Vanity for her passion project, Artemis, I knew I had to address this issue, and perhaps even tackle it head on.
Poem | Re: Your Last Email
This poem, titled Re: Your Last Email, asks us to explore the language women use in their emails; the overly apologetic and careful wording often taken adopted, compared to the more assertive and direct messages often sent by their male counterparts.
Poem | A Love Letter To Southampton
I was asked by my colleagues to write a poem about our city for Valentine's Day 2021 – a love letter to our south-coast city.
A love letter to less-than-perfect homes
While we’re all seeing more of the inside of each other’s homes on our screens, it’s more important than ever to be honest, accepting and non-judgemental about the places we live in.
Poem | The Lentil Soup My Mum Makes
Whenever I make my mum's lentil soup recipe, I'm back home with my family, at the wooden kitchen table.
My goals and intentions for 2021
It seems silly to try and put too much expectation and pressure on this new year. After all, we're mere weeks into January, and already 2021 is keen to follow in the footsteps of 2020.
Why I’m grateful for 2020
As with any year, there have been lessons learned, events upon which to reflect, and shining moments for which to be thankful; it’s just that this year, the shining moments are ever brighter against the pitch-black of the bad.
