Before the Coffee Gets Cold

Translated Japanese literature has recently become a lot more popular in the UK book world. Where before, Japanese books about cats either being a metaphor for death or some other difficult life lesson were a rarity, now they come in their masses (and I’m not complaining, it turns out this is exactly my type inContinue reading “Before the Coffee Gets Cold”

Calling?

There were no trumpets No red carpet and fancy shoes No announcement to the world Or lightbulb moment I didn’t jump out of the bath Call my Mum with the great news No one prophesied it (Unless you count a ‘good work!’ comment on a year 3 short story) It was always there Hiding inContinue reading “Calling?”

Poetry again

Borrow someone else’s confidence There’s plenty to go around Drink it in and let it fill you up Take it by the hand Barrel onto the dancefloor It doesn’t have to be your usual You’re sharing a personality As your spinning, following spirals Let their overflowing supply cover you With glitter and stars For oneContinue reading “Poetry again”

Another little poem

Winter is never easy, more so without the warmth of those you love without someone to call you ‘flower’ and add stickers to envelopes without someone beckoning you over to distribute their Christmas cards without the bracketed (surname) to remind you of what part of your family they belong to without the memories of lastContinue reading “Another little poem”

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