An exchange.

And so it begins, as always, with a conversation. An old housemate, a friend. Sharing a love for ink on the page, words spilling out in unexpected places, at unexpected times. Let’s do this together, we decided. I’ll ask, and you respond. So the exchange begun. At a table for 2 on the second floor…

Aware of it all.

The notes on my phone are cluttered with these – bursts of thought, all spilling out on the tube home. Tuesday, August 20th. Annoyed for not making it in – For not stopping to peer through the window of the cafe that promised words and the girl who reached out. Felt – And not for…

Moving on

I’ve recently moved house – Things weren’t quite what they seemed. I wrote this on Friday evening, eyes wide from wine on board the Northern line home. Then feels different to now. It’s Sunday – a flame flickers and vanilla fills the air. Pass a bottle of wine sings from my speakers and pink lillies…

Ritchie Street

Teenagers smoke under twenty storey flats, whilst the swings of their youth sit patiently waiting for the wind to move them along – like the good old days. Grey looms ahead whilst drops skim my cheeks. The lights are on in a window three floors up and a bottle of red stands alone looking out at…

Petal,

A daffodil head hangs over the side of the bin where I shut it accidentally. I push down on the pedestal and it moves upwards. Alive – just. But not for long I suspect. Lack of water, a dent in the stem. Trying and failing to live her brightest life.

The Flicker

Greeted by 4 discarded chicken bones on board the w3 bus. Clusters of battered crumb sit on the rounded edges – a borrowers weight training for the evening ahead. Nestled in a polystyrene box and I’m reminded how much I hate the sound of these boxes being closed shut making my spine shiver. A lot like…

Day 28 – Patti Smith

‘It’s not so easy writing about nothing’ remarks Patti Smith on the first page of M-Train – a book I’ve just borrowed from Tom. Strands of my hair stick to my face mask and I reach for the nearest pen to hand – a purple felt tip pen which now scratches against the paper as…

Day 31 – Made it.

This marks the final day of my challenge to myself – to write every day in January (although I’ll admit, I forgot this was the last one) so it might not have the ‘finesse’ that a final piece often demands – the expectation that we must end on a good note, to tie off the…

Day 30 – To a friend

Did you feel the rain? It falls silently, sweeping across my face in a haze, dotting my screen as I type to you. You have all this to look forward to when you come back, which I’m glad you are by the way. My shoelaces have come undone but I don’t want to bend down…

Day 27 – Southampton with Tom, feeling free.

Written mid sip, between toilet breaks, on the top floor of a pub – the name I can’t remember. Fresh coffee in the cup, lemon drizzle by the slice, eyes locked mid-laughter and I comment ‘oh that’ll be nice.’ Belly full of chips from a day spent by the sea, toes tipping to the ledge…

Day 26 – I’m feeling good

Birds in the sky, You know what it means. Sun in the sky you know what I mean, Breeze drifting on by you know what I mean. It’s a new dawn it’s a new day and I’m feeling good. The 3 beers from last night have been weighing me down all day – tired eyes….

Day 23

A canvas bag with my name scrawled across it weighs me down. I’m regretting taking my laptop home as my trainers from my morning gym session dig into my side and I try to squeeze 2 bananas into a gap created by my right trainer and make up holder. I’m sat here again – on…