The dream with the uni papers

For the second night in a row I dream about being at university. I have been heard loudly expressing my desires to gain a PhD or MPhil and download the digital prospectus from Goldsmiths University. My desires are not without their concerns. On Sunday, I dream that I am trapped in a labyrinth of dark,…

White Isle Whispers

This is the third May that I stay home. To be fair this May and the last were during a lockdown so I couldn’t leave the country even if I wanted to, but still, being grounded and not visiting my favourite place takes it toll, and as we enter Gemini season I see how my…

11.44 on a Saturday

I’m really drunk. It has definitely been a while since I was merry like this. I’m sipping my final gin. Earlier I took a day trip to Essex to celebrate my Mumsy’s birthday and meet up with Preeti. After brunch we sank a fine wine and tequila shots. I felt different, free almost, but with…

Running into Open Arms

It’s been a funny few months. I started the year blissfully happy, loved up and without a care in the world. Then it all became too real and I found myself overwhelmed, stretched thinly and wondering how I got here. After the drought of unemployment, single life and isolation I was catapulted into a challenging…

Past my bedtime

I have a panic attack at six am. I’ve been up for hours and I cannot find answers to my problems. It’s way past my bedtime. Every day the same through the hours. Watching time slowly slips away, into a new day. Over tired, wired. I no longer care and collapse into a ball sobbing;…

The New Muse

There are those who listen to me describe what it is like to be a writer or a dreamer or someone who feels the warm, golden-sand memories slipping through their fingers before they can be committed to page There are those who delight as I recite my dreams beg tales of brouhaha salacious scandal And…

Why I Write #5 – All Night Dancing

I received a very special gift on Christmas day, I woke up inspired. With three words ready to be committed to page, I muse on what I will write. I decide on a small word count, perhaps 10,000. Ideas flood to the forefront and I am once again filled with a magical sensation I have…