Baby Changing

I’ve just pressed the reheat button on the microwave for the third time, trying to revive two thirds of a cup of coffee. A couple of seconds in to the whirring I know I’m not going to drink it. I’m not sure yet how many reheats I’m ok with – but three just feels like…

I’m Still Here

Thursday. 7.20pm. I’ve just filled my wine glass & sighed happily as I close the curtain on my particularly clean kitchen. Fairy lights & scented candles soften the room and I can hear the fireplace crackle through the stillness of this room. That is before the whirring laptop fan kicks in & the screen lights…

165H

Big City Life

(This is another piece I wrote at my friend Emily’s writing workshop. We were given a subject & object by one of the other group members, & 15 minutes to write about it. Oceans Apart was the first of these.) Oh I could hide ‘neath the wings of the blue bird as she sings… the…

Oceans Apart

I recently did a creative writing workshop; one of our tasks was to look at a picture assigned to us, & then freewrite (just respond & write what came to mind without overthinking) for 15 minutes. In the spirit of  the exercise, & all things New Year, which for me involves NO perfectionism – I…