The Blue Book

Over the last academic year I have undertaken a masters in creative writing and education. Yesterday I collected my blue hard bound book with gold lettering up the spine and held it in my hands as precious as a baby bird and properly realised my efforts. The MA was tough. I probably selected the wrong…

Fat Love

Walking towards the stereo and turning the iPod dial with his thumb he found the track. Without looking he turned the volume up with the other hand and her voice came angelically through the speakers hopeful and melodic. He had told me early on that he loved Skinny Love. I smiled over at him but…

Looking For Love

I walk around singing one of my all time favourite songs because I now know what it means and how she feels…. I thought that love was just a fabrication, a train that wouldn’t stop at my station A year ago I sat at home and cried. I had to give it up, give up…

252 Perfect Words

I have written 10% of my dissertation and of that I am happy with 2%. I learn the difference between writing and being a writer. The other words are unlikely to make it. I print out and carry the 2%. A reminder that I need to do this eighty more times. Eighty more snapshots. Should…

Back Home Blues

I arrive home at 4am this morning severely delayed flight without warning I should’ve been warm in my bed or lightly snoring and, if you’re wondering, an empty airport is extremely boring.   I had fled the monotony and the stress craved another life I must confess one without problem or decision making under duress one…

Shanté Stay or Sashay Away!

There are no answers to be found at the bottom of a gin bottle. I realise this on Thursday sometime between 11pm and 4am Friday. My mind is in full on panic mode as I become discombobulated and begin to fade into a self destructive period of drinking, binge eating and insomnia. For several weeks…