Words
Essays. Short stories. Musings
Feb 5 - 2025
She had smelt like sweet milk, fresh sun-dried laundry from a spring day and ricotta drizzled in honey.
Smell
Dec 20 - 2024
Birth ~ savage, gentle, loud, silent. Swearing, doubting, believing, breathing, roaring. All of it. Wholly. Fully. Me. The most transcendent hours I’ve known.
Birth
Arriving
Apr 30 - 2022
I reach under the leaves and branches of the fig tree to find the damaged fruits - the ones pecked at by Australian Ringneck parrots and the ones split at their bottom from the skins’ inability to contain the sweetness. Chickens gather at my feet, hopeful for an afternoon fig. I pull a pecked fruit off and tear it into pieces, throwing them one by one in different directions. The chickens chase the noise of the fallen figs and devour their afternoon snack.
To be seen
Apr 2 - 2022
“Despair is a necessary and seasonal state of repair, a temporary healing absence, an internal physiological and psychological winter when our previous forms of participation in the world take a rest; it is a loss of horizon; it is the place to go when we don’t want to be found in the same way anymore.” - David Whyte
No One Is Coming
May 26 - 2021
With no bodies protecting me from his words, they puncture my stomach. My head bows as I take the blow and I stare down at my feet as I feel the tears swell to the surface. The sounds in the room turn to white noise. I keep my head bowed as tears ride the waves of my cheekbones and chin before falling from the cliff of my face and onto the wooden floor between my legs.
Waiting for the rain
Jan 27 - 2022
I wake in the morning to no alarm or demand, just the rise of the sun. I turn onto my side and pull the light linen sheet close into me as the thoughts I escaped during sleep cycle back. They’re loud and big and they hurt. Sleep is no longer an escape as I’ve had my nightly dose. My phone is a headache not ready to be had. The only option left is to get out of bed and go to the place where I tame my thoughts.
Upstream
Dec 15 - 2020
“There comes a point where we need to stop just pulling people out of the river. We need to go upstream and find out why they’re falling in.” ~ Desmond Tutu
This story is my swim upstream to find out why I fell in the river & why so many female hockey players before me have too.
