Fem Feelings … changing the tagline

I wish you all Love, Laughter and Happiness for 2018. I have barely eaten all week. I spent yesterday pretending I had a stomach ache, I knew it wasn’t so I confronted my fears and got it checked out. Last year I had a cyst on my ovary, the year before I bled from a large…

Scar Tissue

Irritation. A rip, a tear. The unravelling of fused skin. From within the dank cavernous channel discomfort stirs. A dull ache drains the remaining energy. Nausea paws clumsily up and down the body. Pain pulsates, throbs, churns. Around and around, hot and searing. Bile rests, burnt back of throat. Body bent forward, breath caught, sudden…

They Do Not Know (pt 2 grief)

In complete juxtaposition to how things are now, the year I left my family home was turbulent to say the least. I remember Mother yelling, Father never there, my older Sister an exotic creature I did not understand and my Brother meeting the love of his life and our relationship began to change. Cherry was…

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…