If you’re like me, you are probably freaking out that 2018 is just around the corner. I don’t know why I am surprised at the end of each year that a new one is coming, yet here we are. This year has had some big highs and even bigger lows, but when it comes to … Continue reading
Disclosure: This page may contain affiliate links. Clicking through for additional information or to make a purchase may result in a small commission. Rupi Kaur’s poetry collection Milk and Honey burst onto the literary scene in 2015. It quickly turned from a self-published collection to being picked up by a major publishing house and turning … Continue reading
I didn’t want to tell anyone my new year’s resolution out of fear that I might actually not make it through the whole year. However, I figured I need something to keep me honest; the internet and a loyal readership should surely keep me in check. Right? *In 2017 I decided to not buy books, … Continue reading
I I go to my Mum’s house and find you standing in the kitchen but I know it isn’t you. You’re dead after all. But I see my Mother’s face and she looks so happy, so happy that I almost can’t tell her; it can’t be you. Somehow we are in the dinning … Continue reading
December is hard. Birthday, death, Christmas, funeral. A month by any other name would still smell of sorrow. I’m scared of going home, sleeping where you died. Blue walls, pineapple delight. Scared is not the right word… you were always a better poet than me, but I can’t show you what I write, anymore. … Continue reading
Organise notes for presentation I miss my Father Remember to pack laptop I miss my Father Check bus timetable I miss my Father Swing by the bank I miss my Father Meeting at 3pm I miss my Father Don’t forget to buy bread I miss my Father WASHING I miss my Father Think of something … Continue reading
I have my Father’s eyes Almost green-grey. I have my Father’s height. I have his love of reading books. I have his impatience. I have his nose. I have my Father’s fierce loyalty. I have his toes. I have my Father’s fine, wispy hair. I have my Father’s bad eyesight. For that, I have glasses. … Continue reading
