Painted Plumes

Once I believed I was an exotic bird, drawing you to me with my brightly coloured feathers. I had been spreading gold glitter here and there around the island, and was often found flying topless along the streets, perfectly painted (in my own style) from the waist up, encouraging others to let me adorn them too.…

Sub-human

On Saturday, a man I had known for five minutes asked me why I was almost thirty six and childless, he must be the hundredth person to ask and I tell you – it’s like taking a freaking bullet each time!  This man judged me, a man whose own life was less than perfect. Does…

Dear God, only me again …

Thank you. I upwardly whisper at six am staggering bleary eyed to the bathroom. Only a few hours earlier I had been lying on the cold tiles, crying and writhing around, trying to stop the pain that had woken me from my sleep. Dear God, help me! From the floor I am unsure whether I…

Living with PMDD

One of my biggest writing fears is that my day job will zap out all my creative energy and I will be void of ideas or feeling. Another of my fears is that my pain will return and I will be bed bound again, left in a writhing agony from the waist down, unable to…

Fem Feelings … Sax before Sex

I wake up naked and alone. Flicking my hair over my shoulder so it tickles my back, I smile at myself in the mirror. ‘Morning Sexy’, says the voice from nowhere. I sit up facing my reflection before angling myself into a pose that makes my nipples point upward, bringing my arm in and pushing…

Daag Masala 

‘Have you been crying?’ My Mother stares into the phone whilst contining to chop onions. I give her the hay fever excuse and then start going on about Chem Trails to deflect further questioning. They are polluting our air, it distresses me, making us sick. I sigh, I am so sick and tired of life’s…

The Real Face of Yoga

No California Blondes, not a catchy slogan vest in sight, just focused and dedicated individuals doing their best – the real face of yoga is your own. Like ballet I enjoy practicing yoga as it allows me to focus on my inner and outer strength. I care not for anyone else in the room and…