For Those Who Bloom In The Dark
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 It may be the gods having a laugh, or it might have something to do with the months out of date margarine I slathered on my rye bread.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
I’ve been thinking about objects a lot lately. (I’ve been obsessing over one object in particular, actually, an old ship beam which went on to have a third life as an execution block.) I’m fascinated by the things that populate our lives; I think most of us probably are to some extent, so I thought… Continue reading My Wyrd Life In 100 Objects : 1 – Iron Troll Cross
Happy New Year, all. I hope 2025 has been kind to you thus far. I wasn't going to write this list because 2024 was mostly really shit. There's much of it that I can hardly even remember, thanks to being catastrophically burnt out and grieving from living with undiagnosed ADHD and Autism for 38 years… Continue reading 100 GOOD THINGS FROM 2024
Mince pies are my favourite thing to eat at Christmas. I side with Nigel Slater, who writes in (the most hygge book I've ever read) The Christmas Chronicles, 'As sweet food goes, I would rather eat a diminutive, sugar-dusted mince pie than almost anything else.' But, despite my affections for this gently spiced sweet pie,… Continue reading Mince Pies – A Personal History
The day after Boxing Day (which should be renamed Bloodlust Day due to the number of redcoats roughing up the countryside and slaughtering foxes despite the 2004 ban) was foggy. Ordinarily, this weather would have drawn me out with my camera, clothes pulled on over the top of my pyjamas, teeth unbrushed, fast unbroken so… Continue reading An (Almost) Year End Walk
I stepped away from social media last night, and what a relief it was. I'll be away from IG and FB for all of December, and I'm already reaping the benefits - I've read for several hours (started the new issue of Mslexia and A Literary Christmas: An Anthology.) I haven't misused my time stressing… Continue reading Making Space & Time For Winter
The other day, I spoke about my brain having the audacity to try and stop me from doing things I want to do. One of those things was penning some thoughts about the book Finding Water: The Art of Perseverance by Julia Cameron. I finished it a few weeks ago and was eager to share… Continue reading The Art Of Perseverance
A Wyrd Of Her Own 