Monthly Archives: September 2013

Nostalgia and Lighthousekeeping

This week I read my fifth and sixth Jeanette Winterson books. I have previously read Oranges are not the Only Fruit, Sexing the Cherry, The Passion, and Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?  Lighthousekeeping was given to me

Nostalgia and Lighthousekeeping

This week I read my fifth and sixth Jeanette Winterson books. I have previously read Oranges are not the Only Fruit, Sexing the Cherry, The Passion, and Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?  Lighthousekeeping was given to me

Stirred: Lost writings

Originally posted on Stirred Feminist Collective:
Pigeonangel Writings from the night of Stirred: Lost things. We asked people to respond to an image from pigeon angel and create a short poem:   A feather falls to the street, iridescent and…

Stirred: Lost writings

Originally posted on Stirred Feminist Collective:
Pigeonangel Writings from the night of Stirred: Lost things. We asked people to respond to an image from pigeon angel and create a short poem:   A feather falls to the street, iridescent and…

Story :: Cordyceps

Not quite managed what I wanted with this but I ran out of time. I might have to come back and write more of it later! It’s a little ripped off The Last of Us, but I haven’t actually played

Story :: Cordyceps

Not quite managed what I wanted with this but I ran out of time. I might have to come back and write more of it later! It’s a little ripped off The Last of Us, but I haven’t actually played

Losing and finding

My first proper poetry performance Tonight I read at Stirred Poetry for the second time. It’s my first time reading as an invited guest at a spoken word night, and I’m oddly calm about it. By the time it’s my

Losing and finding

My first proper poetry performance Tonight I read at Stirred Poetry for the second time. It’s my first time reading as an invited guest at a spoken word night, and I’m oddly calm about it. By the time it’s my

Story :: Apathy

Apathy (47 words) Sam woke with a head full of carnival sound, dragging herself from the swamp of artificial sleep. The air reeked of toasted circuitry. Chloe was gone. As she stepped out of bed, her foot fell inches from a

Story :: Apathy

Apathy (47 words) Sam woke with a head full of carnival sound, dragging herself from the swamp of artificial sleep. The air reeked of toasted circuitry. Chloe was gone. As she stepped out of bed, her foot fell inches from a

Story :: Goodbye

Goodbye (349 words) After she said goodbye to John for the fourth time, dizzy with unlooked for joy and a night of no sleep, Gutter began to wonder if this was really just a fling. A palate cleanser, her sister called

Story :: Goodbye

Goodbye (349 words) After she said goodbye to John for the fourth time, dizzy with unlooked for joy and a night of no sleep, Gutter began to wonder if this was really just a fling. A palate cleanser, her sister called