Sci·am·a·chy noun [sahy-am–uh-kee]: an act or instance of fighting a shadow or an imaginary enemy.
My battle has been to simply be.
My hardest and most endured fight; to accept my known self. A level of appreciation of my character, the basicness of content. Continue reading
Waves or An open letter to Nutella or 9 reasons I hate you, I love you, hate, love, hate, love you…
To my smooth, chocolaty friend
1 – The very sight of your jar can bring a smile to the most bitter of men but I know under that glossy exterior is a dark and sinister side to you Continue reading
Summers at my grandparents cottage were always long and hot. Nestled in the countryside, we were free to run and play over the rolling hills or in the streams that trickled between hundred year old oak tree roots. My two older brothers would always run faster and further away. Disappearing into knight fights with twigs that would become jewel encrusted daggers.
My little legs could never keep up, stopping at the barn to catch my breath and by the time I looked up they had vanished into the long grass. Continue reading
The most unopposed taboo,
a smokescreen practice that affects me and you,
silently it weaves in our peripherals,
trying to dictate how liberal we can be in our literals. Continue reading
I have a little riddle on revolution.
Is it just part of natural evolution?
Or another prostitution of a larger institution?
A little cafe small and neat,
I duck inside to find a seat.
A corner stacked high with books,
about princesses and pirate crooks. Continue reading