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Tag: memory

Heart(less)

I kept explaining my heart away. Too heavy to carry, too broken to mend, I dreamt that that mess of … More

body, love, memory, mental health, mental illness, poem, poetry, prosetry, relationships, trauma, writing

Mercy

Standing on the cliff edge two steps away from certain death I hurled the contents of the velvet box into … More

heartbreak, magazine, memory, mercy, poem, poet, poetry, The Hungry Ghost Project, trauma, writing

Ivy

I bought 10ft of artificial ivy once off t’internet / for pennies part of the Poison Ivy costume I was … More

advice, death, family, funeral, grief, illness, loss, memory, poetry, wisdom

Snapshots of Us

How did we get here? Well, you saw a photograph of me in a magazine and said, “I have to know … More

CNF, creative non fiction, creative writing, frienship, love, memoir, memory, portraits, relationships, vignettes, writing

All Roads Lead to Seven Sisters

1. I am standing on an upturned bin looking through the little barred window into the room that I was … More

city, CNF, London, memoir, memory, poem, poems, poetry, self portrait, triptych, writing, youth

Inheritance

You left us nothing but your everything You gave us nothing but your all no bank account, no savings, just … More

death, family, grief, Hijacked Amygdala, life, love, memory, poetry, prosetry, tribute, truth, writing

Daria & Pete

I would enquire, would ask exactly how they all met, but all the members of this party are now dead. … More

childhood, CNF, creative non fiction, death, family, grief, identity, life, London, memoir, memory, non-fiction, secrets, writing

’til Death

1. The problem with a blood pact is that you can’t take it back. 2. It looked like the scene … More

blood, friendship, life, love, memory, poem, poetry, punk noir, relationships, toxic, writing

A Brief History of Tea

I used to resent making my father cups of tea. “Why can’t you just make it yourself?” He’d just stare … More

CNF, creative non fiction, death, depression, England, essay, family, grief, memoir, memory, mental illness, non-fiction, psychosis, writing

One Time at Camden Lock

1 / I watch the man in the crumpled white shirt take a swig from his can of Stella and … More

alcohol, Camden Town, crime, life, London, love, memory, mental illness, murder, observation, poetry, prose, prosetry, relationships, short prose, short story

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