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.
I've written a poem that's been included in Locked Write Down: a home-grown anthology of 22 poems written during the COVID-19 pandemic.
Any other weekend, I’d be out and about. But not this weekend. Not this week. Not this month. And not for the foreseeable.
The latest prompt from Dear Damsels was 'Open' - which immediately conjured up images of vulnerability and self-protection. The idea of an anenome sprung to mind instantly; and so I sat down, and began to write. This poem is the result.
Talking is a hugely important part of normalising discussions surrounding mental health, breaking down barriers and making change possible.
But there is so much more to be done.