For Those Who Bloom In The Dark
Well hi. It's been a little while. I was going to skulk back in here with a quirky (?) post about self-anthropology, having lifted the idea from the book Tiny Experiments by Anne-Laure Le Cnuff. In an attempt to 'self-renew,' the reader is invited to 'play a game of self-anthropology', which essentially means making 'field… Continue reading The Neurodivergent Creative
For a long time, I wrote a poem every day. It was my way of grounding myself; breathing was easier after writing a poem. When, for whatever reason, a day passes when I haven't written a poem, the distress is palpable; I'm a wolf pacing a boundary fence. No matter what's been going on in… Continue reading Going Home To Poetry
On the 1st of February, I woke up feeling like I was coming down with flu. Frustrated, I took to my bed for the best part of a week. I slept and wrote when I had the energy. In one of my journal entries, I noted: It's been a relief to slow down, to know… Continue reading Burnout
Back in 2013, my youngest brother gifted me Sticky Monsters by John Kenn Mortensen, a brilliant Danish artist who draws monsters on yellow Post-it notes. When I moved to Sweden, I took almost all of my books (something I'd live to regret), including this one. I was forever flicking through it, obsessing over Kenn's meticulous… Continue reading My Wyrd Life In 100 Objects: 6 – Framed John Kenn Mortensen Illustration
A few years ago, a friend messaged me on Facebook that someone on the site was selling 700 Swedish moose teeth. There wasn't a set price - they were looking for offers - and I think I put forward £120 or something like that. I didn't know exactly what I'd do with hundreds of teeth,… Continue reading My Wyrd Life In 100 Objects: 5 – Moose Tooth
I'm not doing excellently, but I won't write at length about it because I'm in a neurodivergent burnout and limiting my screen time. Even as I type this, my eyes are doing strange things, and I keep wanting to look away from my laptop. Last night, I booked a train ticket so I could get… Continue reading My Neighbour Put A Plastic Bird Of Prey On The Wall
I sent this postcard to my family in England during the summer of 2011 when I was in Iceland for three months as a conservation volunteer. Somehow, it's ended up back with me and lives on the fridge with a Jólakötturinn magnet made by my friend Giorgia of Litla Keramus. On the back, I wrote… Continue reading My Wyrd Life In 100 Objects: 4 – Postcard From Iceland
Some years ago, shortly after I'd released my spoken word album Arctic Fever with Crown of Asteria, I was contacted by an intriguing individual living on Baffin Island called Nafre. He wanted me to know how much he'd enjoyed my poem Beluga and how authentic it felt. It was, and remains to be, one of… Continue reading My Wyrd Life In 100 Objects: 3 – A Narwhal Tusk Letter Opener
I'm starting February with some mysterious bug which infected me hours after I was boasting to my mum that I rarely get sick. It may be the gods having a laugh, or it might have something to do with the months out of date margarine I slathered on my rye bread. I've been moving into… Continue reading And That Was January 2025
In January 2002, at fifteen years old, I was admitted into a children’s psychiatric hospital with anorexia. I weighed around 36 kilos and was to be nursed on constant bed rest. I had a fifteen-minute slot to get washed and dressed. Other than that, I was forced to stay in bed. If I needed to… Continue reading My Wyrd Life In 100 Objects : 2 – Psychiatric Hospital Care Plan
A Wyrd Of Her Own 