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"Every word that has spilled from my tongue is my therapy". I find writing cathartic and sometimes, though infrequently, more than unintelligible garbage comes out. Really though, I have no idea what I am doing, I'm just a mad rambler that appreciates a place for my drivel to be deposited. If someone reads and enjoys, I'm thrilled. Feel free to add me as a friend, I don't bite. I'm more active on red. 

I've been writing academically for a few years and it's hard to break out of habit and return to a creative style. Although I have lots of ideas, much of my current scribblings are without cohesion and I'm awaiting a stroke of inspiration which currently seems imaginary! Come what may, perhaps I will eventually surprise myself here.

I love the beautiful versatility and adaptability of poetry, in that it is a medium with the capacity to be with or without rules... it can be crafted technically and with precision - metre, rhyme and form, or it can be crafted the way the author chooses - thoughts that tumble onto the page and tell a story in context that is perfect for them.

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I Asked Them Not To Touch Me

“There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.” ~ Laurell K. Hamilton

My midwife first came to me and I asked for her, not to touch me. For I had recently been examined on admission and I was progressing as would be expected, for someone whose rhythms had been disrupted by the discomfort of driving to the hospital, and the...

Anxiety Girl!

Able to jump to the worst conclusion in a single bound!

Someone, somewhere, asked, "What is anxiety to you?" These were my thoughts.To me, a small snapshot of anxiety is... Catastrophising. Conflict. Crisis. Delusion. Doubt. Fear. Insecurity. Overthinking. Paralysis. Stress. Worry. It's never been the way othe...

The bite of the blade shocked her, as it pierced her tender pale flesh. Hesitation had always ruled this moment, as small droplets of blood beaded across her skin. Tonight, she knew her conviction had wavered for the last time. Darkness had long feasted o...