Category Archives: Poetry

Words leaking out onto the page.

Walk With Me

So, a mixture of finishing university, performing at a show, securing a job and finding a cozy nook for me to dwell in like Bilbo Baggins has meant I haven’t posted anything for far too long! But I have been … Continue reading

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My Grandmother’s wedding dress

Feeling nostalgic, I decided to try on my Italian grandmother’s wedding dress because being single and bored has apparently no other outcome… I wanted to feel close to the woman I knew very little about and with the dress fitting … Continue reading

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Moon

Jagged lines, throw down your light, And I’ll float and drift across the sea. I’ll lie and wait to be moon-smacked For shards of white to slice through me.

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All The Single Ladies?

Now just Listen: She’s telling us something. Women together Women forever Undulate our curves, And it’s rhythm that we serve. But is it Love On Top? Or something else? I’ll put this to you, What has happened? She told us … Continue reading

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Cerebra

Some photos of my creative piece, Cerebra, that I have done for uni. I handed it in bound as a diary, where the drawings and the writing deteriorate as you read it. It explores the idea of women being split, … Continue reading

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New website

Myself and some other students have created a website based around our module ‘Bodies, Gender and Language.’ The collection of work includes writing, drawings and photography surrounding the module title subject. Take a look at our work! http://www.strikingly.com/bodiesgenderlanguage

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Rebirth

First love is the hardest. I’ve heard that somewhere. First love is not the hardest. It is the bittersweet rebirth of you into the world. He didn’t have a body. He was a pair of baggy jeans, Crumpled hoody, Toothpick … Continue reading

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