Academic work

#NYE

“Only half an hour now!” as I sit in rehearsal for the best night going. 12 is a curfew, or maybe it’s being sent back to the start, For it’s two years in one night & maybe I’m late to the party. Happy New Year means being on two separate nights out, right? Wrong For… Continue reading #NYE

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CAT CHAT

My cat whines at me in what sounds operatic. Harmonising with itself. Itself being its reflection in the oven door. Maybe it just wants a chat. I realise, after asking what’s wrong, as if she can respond, can translate my ‘can you be quiet?’ in to something feline. I realise, two hours later, after shutting… Continue reading CAT CHAT

Academic work

Not Custard

 1) I used to avoid yellow, my grandma said it would wash me out. Pale skin and lemon is never okay. I had no choice when secondary school meant yellow polo shirts against my newly bleached hair. I was a walking canary.   2) My grandad was awarded the tallest sunflower of our town. Its… Continue reading Not Custard

Academic work, Love

In This Foreign Space

With the aid of Google Maps, hand in hand we walk as obscenely clueless tourists down narrow streets. I had been before, you had not. I felt it my duty to make it worth the hype I had prized it.   Admist the crowds You keep me anchored Like it’s only the two of us… Continue reading In This Foreign Space

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Happy Pills

They prescribe you a different colour, a magic dose, higher and higher. No student discount on those happy pills, but the unemployed are the typical buyer.   For it's some instant fix (well worth the try) that make you brain-dead. But, who's to believe you, when it's all inside your head?   'How are you… Continue reading Happy Pills

Academic work

WE ARE AFRAID

We are afraid of our youth. For those older than us envy it, have already had it, but aren't considered selfish to want a second-go. We are afraid of not ever possibly being home-owners, for that's what those on the news have said, and we must believe them (as we're spoon-fed.) We are afraid of… Continue reading WE ARE AFRAID

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Doors Closing

Her hair was straw-like and shoulder-length, the colour couldn’t decide what it wanted to be. Platinum blonde gone wrong? To me, it screamed ‘grey in disguise.’ That’s the thing about hair, women’s specifically. It says so much. Okay, I’ve definitely drunk too much coffee this morning. Shut up, Liam. That, or we’re in a space… Continue reading Doors Closing