It is beginning to feel like you never even existed. Yet noting down the date you will return my belongings serves as a stark reminder that you did, and I loved you, and you let me believe you loved me too. Until, over the course of a few, short, hysterical, un-rememberable weeks you repeatedly brokeContinueContinue reading “On Endings I: It’ll Pass”
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On Love & Honesty
Love takes off the masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within. I use the word “love” here not merely in the personal sense but as a state of being, or a state of grace – not in the infantile American sense of being made happy but in theContinueContinue reading “On Love & Honesty”
On Being a Woman (IV) & Being Stripped of Our Rights
This piece was written on the 24th June 2022. Today is a monumental day. It is a monumental day in the same way that for our grandmothers, just shy of fifty years ago, it was a monumental day. It’s not even taken half a century. In under half a century, a progression of maybe two generations, women’sContinueContinue reading “On Being a Woman (IV) & Being Stripped of Our Rights”
Upon the Death of my Favourite Author
In December I was asked by NRTH LASS to pen a tribute to Joan Didion, following her death. Here you can read my thoughts on her passing, grief more generally and how she has influenced the writer I am/am still becoming. There is a distinct comfort in knowing that certain people are still around. AContinueContinue reading “Upon the Death of my Favourite Author”
Temporary Intermittence
I know that my writing is not successful when I am not being honest, specifically when I am not being honest with myself. I have always used my writing to understand the world I live in, to understand how I form and partake in this world, to understand how I feel about myself; my actions,ContinueContinue reading “Temporary Intermittence”
Moving Out, Moving On
I am currently writing this sat on my one remaining cushion on the floor of my flat, where there is no furniture, surrounded by the last remnants of my current life. It’s the stuff that has no category, the stuff that will inevitably end up in the ‘last box of shite … I promise thisContinueContinue reading “Moving Out, Moving On”
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