Last year, I published a poem titled Mirror, Mirror. It was about being comfortable with what I see in the mirror, and what I see of myself through the mirror. It was about being comfortable with being me, seeing me and knowing me. But not ...
You’re doing grief wrong
"You're doing grief wrong." No-one has ever said this to me. Not directly. And I hope that no-one has ever said it to you, either. But I have a question for those of you who have grieved: have you ever felt like this is what others are ...
Mirror, Mirror
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, Who is the fairest one of all? Who is the wisest? Who is most kind? Who listens to others? Who speaks their mind? Who thinks that all their life's learning is done? Who knows their learning has just ...