The day smells like yellow with a hint of blue and you look like petrichor – a little misty around the edges a haze following you and who am I, I ask, now the whisky has stopped obstructing my view who are we, in this fresh morning with dew on our lips, beads of it…
Oh, hello there! I thought I should blog as I haven’t in a while, and things have been happening. The annoying thing is, things are still happening and things will still be happening for the foreseeable future. Though I am not thinking too far ahead, so there isn’t much of the future that is foreseeable…
when did you start loving me? can you pinpoint the exact day and time, the particular thing I did to make you look at me differently? I want to know exactly what it felt like then, exactly what it feels like now that it is familiar, now that it is normal. Show me how you…
If in doubt, grasp all of your words: Close your eyes. Reach into the lucky dip bag of vocab like a child fishing for sweets. Feel for the ones that best fit the palm of your hand, the ones that mould to the hills of your knuckles, that give way to the swirls of your…
I still have last night’s smell on my hands: the fruitiness of my perfume; the remnants of a spicy ginger beer cocktail; a glass full of limes; a whiskey I can never remember the name of; burnt, sweet, sticky marshmallows; warmth and comfort and heat and ease – so much ease.
The results are in for the IHadCancer.com Top Cancer Blogs of 2017! I’m very pleased to be named runner-up in the creativity category. It is an honour to be mentioned among so many other awesome blogs. I think everyone who is out there writing about cancer is pretty brave. And not brave for having cancer…
I just found two poems I wrote, two and a half years apart, about two different people, and they fit together perfectly, and have almost the same title with only one word different. How very odd. It’s like one poem answers another; one person answers a call that they didn’t hear at the time and…