Exit wound for a bullet

This is the sound your mouth makes in the time it takes you to work out if the bullet has left your body yet. I can tell you it might be years you’ll breathe like this - a slow, raspy intake trying to grasp the fact that you’ve been shot. There’s no going back or...

Queer moon, we are guided by your tides

The moon is definitely gay. Nothing can sparkle that much and be straight. I mean, if you want to get technical with me, here you go: the moon is a circle so technically it can’t be straight. Anyway. The moon is definitely queer. Totally in love with the sun and her rays but screws around...

Why I’m switching off for 59 minutes every day

The signs are easy to spot: eat less, drink more, joke less, stress more, sleep less, complain more, create less, isolate more, and the list will become very long if I don’t stop there. The signs of what? Being constantly connected, not switching off and furiously consuming information in an attempt to feed the demand...

I am good with my hands; you are good with my heart

My darling, I know I am good with my hands; I know you are good with my heart. I know there is dust in my lungs and sometimes I lose my mind trying to fight out of the fog.

If you’re reading this, you’ve attempted suicide at least once

I know this is a bold and brazen statement to make when I know nothing of your life. Even if you haven't actually tried to kill yourself, I am certain the thought has crossed your mind because light can't always be seen from the darkness. This is not a judgement; this is for me as...

This is how I will remember myself:

:: Click :: I am standing in a baby blue crinkled chiffon dress. It has a big golden bow tied around the middle and I am not wearing any shoes. I have been taught to smile even if I am uncomfortable… even if I hate myself… even if I am unhappy. :: Click :: I...

A self-portrait in metaphor and rhyme

  Please don’t ask me how I am; I’m going to be fine. If you give me even a little of your time, I know I’ll have to explain more than you want to hear and more than I want to say so please… carry on with your day, carry on with your life –...

Let me tell you a little something about laughter:

Sometimes it’s all you’ve got; it’s all you’ve got to open your mouth and let out a sound. You can’t hold it but you can have it and that’s all the reason it’s so beautiful. It is not any kind of weight to carry like the sadness and the fear your hold. Those weigh heavy....