Poetry | Inner Adventurer

My inner adventurer loves to climb. Trees, cliff tops, mountains. She swims oceans , circles coastlines. The stars guide her way. ‘No need for maps’ she proclaims. Conquering Everest is…

Writing | Write Like A Grrl

Last Saturday I pulled myself out of bed at 6am and hopped off on the coach to Camden. Why? Well, I decided to see if I had what it takes…

Poetry | Immigrant

  I amImmigrantFresh off the planeA top my mother’s lap in Major’s EnglandRoots set down in North London estatesPromised better than the dustbowl of a Pacific Island upbringingBetter among suburban…

Reading Wrap Up #5

It’s been a pretty long time since I last rounded up all the books I’ve been reading lately. After a bit of a slump last year I’m finally back on…

Poetry | To the city that stole my …

To the city that stole my heart, It’s only been a few hours since I left Yet it feels like I’ve been away an age I’m afraid my memory of…