I am posting this the morning after the 2019 General Election. For many, now is not a very celebratory time; however, here's a poem I wrote about exactly that. Celebration.
One of my favourite things to discover is the origin of a word or phrase we use every day.
Autumn has well and truly arrived. The rain has been almost relentless over the last week, the skies are perpetually grey, and all of a sudden the pavements are darker and damper and coated in leaves.
This month, I was back in the studio at BBC Radio Solent to celebrate autumn through poetry.
I apologise too much. It's not a good thing – but I still maintain that I'd rather be sorry than not.
It's hard to keep positive when you feel like you're 'failing', and supposed successes surround you at every swipe.
When Dear Damsels asked us to submit pieces on the theme of 'Growth', the first thing that sprung to mind was one of the biggest lessons I've learned with age. It's hard to get your head around the fact that people don't really care about what you're doing, or what you're wearing, as much as … Continue reading Poem | Nobody Cares
There are so many adverts around these days that empower women; shampoo commercials that feature boxing; tampon adverts that show carefree women cycling in bright white shorts; This Girl Can. What makes me chuckle, however, is how women are sometimes described; the words that are chosen to advertise these things.
It's a funny thing, opening the door to be face-to-breast with a completely naked stranger.
My thighs seem to have sparked a summer fling and are inseparable, bringing with them another seasonal problem.