To believe that others are horrible (or treat me horribly) is not a fun world to be in. To believe I’m horrible and a piece of shit is not a fun world to be in. A much better narrative, is to know we all have attachment insecurities, micro reactions, quick traumas that are triggered and…Read More
Isolation soon became him. Doors wide shut. No entry, no exit. Forced out and apart on rare occasion to quench his drink thirst. Camouflaged trench and drink thirst spiked, he approached the iconic outback pub. Rough as guts, full of hard-looking characters with gold for hearts… He took to his usual seat location. Five-second immediacy to the bar and gents,…Read More
There was a rancid stigma tiptoeing in the background; a populated injustice I had no direct evidence existed. It was by oath, visual and word by others that I’d come to learn of it. Never had it appeared before me in black and white; only in debatable greyish hints with specks of secondary colour. I’d…Read More
Grief and loss are a song sung when no one is listening, a tear shed when everyone is watching. A rant to a stranger, silence in the presence of those we love.
Grief is silent and loud. It’s frantic, detached, needy, wallowing, angry. It’s a reminder of love. It is love. It’s fading then present and its welcome in all its forms.Kairu
I bought popcorn for strangers, slipped boxed wine into cinemas and stole patron seats to watch the latest horror flicks. Now, I wait patiently for the Stan release, lights dimmed, baby in bassinet, jellybeans in hand. And then, at some ungodly hour I press play, forwarding the extremely gory details, only watching on if the…Read More
I stole your heart, locked it inside a wooden boxSwallowed the keyWaited and watchedWatched and waited as others grew warm by the thought of your touch Yet you stayed and relished in the coldIsolated and aloneIncapable yet desperate for that warmth that always remained in sightAlways far from reach Your favourite colour was once emerald…Read More
We are a mix of horribly threatened in specific ways and totally secure in others
Like many of us, I’ve known grief and loss. I did many bad things to forget and some good to heal. Through the processing I wrote the Road Most Travelled, my first novella and a 13 page post of what I’ve learnt through it all. Click on the image below to read the article and …Read More
Body wore culottes and a side sway well. The lines on its face spoke of a life less mundane, lines that spelt Botox-induced-youth, in big bold italicised font. No evidence of the drowned Hennessy and two-pack-a-day tobacco habit. Its curves sculptured by beetroot salad, scalpel and a gym membership, all prioritised in routine alignment for…Read More
Pessimist: Life’s shit! Optimist: Nah. Life’s the shit! Visionary: I guess life can be shit, or it can be the shit depending on what you do today to make shit happen. Hedonist: Screw that, life’s the shit when you’re simply high on shit. Realist: High or not, who gives a shit? Life doesn’t.Read More
Snow White born pure and white as snow, one day heard a knock on her door. Timorous pride stood tall, dressed as bursting confidence attracting Snow White to take her in. Pride had found a home and when envy heard of her sister’s luck, knocked on Snow White’s door, disguised as empowerment. Snow White (who…Read More
The place reeked of mayhem and burnt coffee. It was October 1977, and the screams from the maternity ward rang through the hallways, sparsely occupied by caffeine drugged fathers, wandering from coffee machine to room, and back to coffee machine. Genene Jones; newly appointed paediatric nurse clocked in for the night shift. She kept busy,…Read More
Him Cut in oval shapes, Toni’s nails were painted in the perfect shade of blue. Not many can pull off presidential blue, but she could… she did. She smelt of spiced earl grey and tobacco, two of my favourite things. The closest thing I knew to perfection… effortlessly so. Yet I remained unmoved by her,…Read More
“Why are you single?” A question I’m asked often, drawn from generations of perceived obligation and the illusion that a partner can complete you. It’s a question laden with curiosity… sometimes ignorance, but mostly concern. We view singlehood as a path not consciously chosen, so I felt it necessary to mention why I currently opt…Read More
A reflection of my most loved albums of 2018 Atlas: Year 2 by Sleeping at Last (Ryan) As a lover of our shared humanity, this album encompasses for me this realistic ideal, breaking down in Ryan’s words, ‘the origins of the universe and life within it.” This album shuts out the noise in its simplicity and…Read More
One liners on my top 9 of 2018… Avengers | Infinity War was a captivating challenge, an intense emotional conclusion that left me pin-drop silenced by what felt like the most humane marvel ending yet. In this easy but risky action, Liam Neeson is the commuter, a regimented, structured loyalist is enticed on a train ride by a woman…Read More
Love is finding someone whose ‘crazy’ resonates with yours.
You never loved me. You only loved what I could give you. So I gave… my time, my money, my career, my friends, my name… the last drip-drop of my sanity. I gave till I had one thing left, and I gladly gave you that. I… I never loved you. I loved the idea of…Read More
I Know My Soul by Claude McKay 1889-1948 I plucked my soul out of its secret place, And held it to the mirror of my eye, To see it like a star against the sky, A twitching body quivering in space, A spark of passion shining on my face. And I explored it to determine…Read More
Grown girl, you downed & drowned those false sensitivities, Constructed a door between your heart and the world. Guarded the very thing that was once one toned & fragile… Now a tapestry of different shades of red and ductile threads, handstitched together to mend and heal. There was a time when all were welcome. Now…Read More
Enveloped in the scent of gardenia gardens & spiced apple pie was a handwritten note that read, “I promise you a night to die for.” Upon her arrival, he delivered as promised, With a noose around her neck. She wanted to love him. He wanted to love her. But if she was not going to…Read More
What took centuries to forge, took Earth-Mother seconds to spirit away, leaving behind stone & shreds of recovery, giving humankind a chance to build anew.
We were wed in purgatory, a pair denied entry to heaven and hell