One year ago today, we were told to simply stay at home. I've attempted to summarise my feelings in this poem.
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.
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.
Whenever I make my mum's lentil soup recipe, I'm back home with my family, at the wooden kitchen table.
Lamenting the loss of even the less-than-shiny aspects of a family Christmas, and yearning for time with loved ones - even if it does mean arguments, discomfort and awkward moments.
A poem about autumn as the perfect metaphor for mental health.
My latest piece for Dear Damsels – which is not, for once, a poem! – shares the story of the ice cream van that made me cry on a regular basis during lockdown, and the hope it eventually brought.
This poem is for anyone who misses being close to someone, too. That time will come, but for now, let's think of drinking tea with them.
I wrote this poem quite early on in lockdown for a poetry submission on the theme of nature.
It didn't get picked, so I thought I'd share it on here. Waste not, want not!
It’s ironic, really, that during a time when we should be focused on the insides of our homes, I’m rediscovering my city.