A faint slither of moon hangs behind the iconic skeleton of old gas cylinders. The setting sun sinks behind me lighting up the canal with its final dance across the glistening water. Cyclists whizz by unapologetically and runners pant past. But they stay just out of focus. My padded ears are filled with Sting’s purr, … More London Moments: Elbows Out
So much space, so many seats, why be cheap – you’ve all piled into one steaming heap. Squeezed between the arms of the patriarchy, you compete, you writhe, bluffing your pride. Smacking lips, narrowing eyes – they may as well be blind. Blocky, cold – she bristles beneath the gaze, alert to the empty train. … More Saturday Night Training
“I never painted him – and he was so handsome!” Black eyes, magnify, as her head tilts in submission to the truth. No tears to cry, as the memories dry upon his finished canvas – deep with colour, textured strokes form sun-bleached tree tops, foaming seas and fading African skies. Calm greens fused with shocks … More When you’re young…
It is the fire behind the screen that defines my form – like a shadow puppet gliding through the motions of a familiar play. My role changes as life’s stages shift – fallout, integrate, recreate – that’s when the puppet transcends its linear cut out. Briefly, swirling like mist from a dawn lit lake – … More Formation
Fiery cloaks and crimson masks, they cluck, in and out – striding with claws at half-mast. It won’t be long, ‘til you find the one, he’ll be the first to crow: Cock-a-doodle-do! In and out, they mingle, heads rising above the flock, wings fluttering – No I am the cock! But until those first licks … More Behold, the Cock
Blocky and structured, bold strokes: is a painted profile pic your only hope? Solid and sturdy – that’s one hell’uva trim – hairless, he pivots around his chin. Oh, such muscles, so strong! A ferociously fixed stare, biceps that pop – no doubt that you’re hot. Attempted wit – mock reviews and poor banter. … More Tinder Files: Beardy Man
The October night bites. The darkness is set to swallow me whole – and I don’t resist. Bundled up beneath my impossibly thick winter scarf, the shadows offer sanctuary as I slope away from strip lighting and square screens. It’s been a long day, but I’m satisfied. My feet take me towards Farringdon train station, and … More London Moments: O, Valiant Knight of Bethnal Green!
Is there a more valuable network than the web of soul-sisters that at once roots us within our worlds and protects us from it? Let’s go beyond the finger-clicking, head-shaking stereotypes. I’m talking about the ordinary women, the ones who quietly strengthen us. In a world where one in three women will experience some form of … More The Sisterhood: Beating Domestic Violence
When planning the ‘trip of a lifetime’ with a lover, you can be forgiven for skipping ahead to the wonderful memories you’ll stock-up on – the ones that will surely strengthen the foundations of your relationship and one day be used to convince your brood that you weren’t always boring old dry-shites. Right? Well, yeah, … More Travelling as a couple? Let’s keep it real…
Image: Brian Negin. Being single at 28 is probably not what most people imagined for their future selves. With the big ‘3’, ‘0’ on the horizon, you may at least have hoped for a vague sense of an impending encounter with Mr or Mrs ‘Right’ by now. As the curtain begins to drop and your … More Love being single and 28.