Hearts: a poem

And when he asks me if I wear my heart on my sleeve, Silence cascades downwards like the beginning of a storm, The hot air is cut by cold and my breath is stolen from my lungs, Only for a moment which lasts millennia. His eyebrows furrow in the way in which they always do,… Continue reading Hearts: a poem

Lady Chatterley’s Lover by D H Lawrence: Book Review

There are many things to discuss about this novel, and within my discussion I will comment on what may be deemed as 'spoilers', so i'll write the first section of the review which is spoiler-free, then continue into deeper analysis on the later sections Lady Chatterley's Lover. A important aspect of this books popularity, not… Continue reading Lady Chatterley’s Lover by D H Lawrence: Book Review

January-April Reading Summary

This year, my focus has been to get back on track with my reading. Both reading more, and diverse literature, as well as going back to the roots of where my passion for literature began. Though i have not consumed an incredible amount of books to proclaim to the world (or goodreads) I still find… Continue reading January-April Reading Summary

Dissociation: a poem

Sometimes I beg to pull the strand of dna That contributes to my mental illness, Set it alight with my broken synapses. Suffocate it with my blurred and dark trauma. If only it were that simple. If only the misery Didn’t feel like being in the middle of the ocean, Alone, and ready for impending… Continue reading Dissociation: a poem

The Green Mile by Stephen King: book review

The Green Mile is a staple of King's literary life, and for good reason. Paul Edgecombe's recollection of life and work in Cold Mountain Penitentiary during 1932 where seemingly miraculous, and devastating events took place following the arrival of John Coffey - a walking hyperbole, a soft man built in huge structure. King's writing talents… Continue reading The Green Mile by Stephen King: book review


I don't have a specific point to this post, a meaning or form to fit in a single category. This is not poetry, nor is it to do with mental health or books. Instead I suppose it's somewhat an anecdotal morale booster for anyone struggling with, pretty much anything. In September of last year, I… Continue reading Awakening