When I wanted to stay

I’ve been here. Shoulders squared, bag slung. Do you know how many times I’ve walked away. Often, when I wanted to stay. I left you, once. When I wanted to stay. I’ll leave anyone or anything, don’t you know? It won’t ever be that I love you more. Than Sunday mornings and 4pms. Than sinking in and settling down. TheContinue reading “When I wanted to stay”

Somewhere else

It begins with a small impatience. Something about the light. Or the way it has been warm for three days straight. The consistency of it. The knowing. So it flutters. A quickening under the skin, beginning. The desire for something more. For something less, perhaps. No matter, as long as it isn’t the same. AsContinue reading “Somewhere else”

Milk and Spills

It’s easy enough to make me cry. Actually, I cry a lot. Probably at least once a day, if I’m honest – thanks to social media, and my fondness for montages set to sweeping music. Sure, it’s a kind of emotional pornography most times, but everyone’s got a habit, right? When it comes to modern communication,Continue reading “Milk and Spills”

One memory from my sleeping

When the blues come, a cello plays under my skin. A mournful dirge that sinks me into melancholy, pulling me in and under my someone. And somethings. I know all about sirens and their rocks, I know about the luring. It could be so easy to listen to that music on repeat, to follow whereContinue reading “One memory from my sleeping”

When you are 15, and dreaming of it …

If you’ve checked out my About Me page you’ll know I’m a Broadway Baby – I love musical theatre and regularly steal borrow from the genre. Whether it’s naming my lead character Maggie Valentine after West End legend Ruthie Henshall (no, really – it’s connected!), or using the lyrical genius of Sondheim to anchor aContinue reading “When you are 15, and dreaming of it …”