My parents recently visited the town my granny used to live in, and were bringing back some goods from her house. A result of a little rhyme in a text from dad on the way home, this poem’s a little story about the family moving service we all end up part of at some stage.
I wrote a poem about our little at-home Christmas. I relished the opportunity to give my love a delicious dinner. And I so appreciate his helping hands to wash my pots and pans.
I wrote this short poem, adapted from a scribbled few lines in my journal, for my friend Caits. She’s known me a long time, and has a lot of grace to hold space for my growth.
I’ve been thinking about the challenges of tradition at Christmas, especially considering how the pandemic has changed tradition; here’s a poem about it.
Having recently moved house, I got really familiar with letting agent jargon in Rightmove ads. There are some common euphemisms and strange grammatical constructions (wardrobes to bedrooms, for example).
First Today’s the day that we celebrate youThe special man who you’ve grown to beI’ve never known you to blossom like this under all the attention Maybe this weird year’s been differentAnd you’re leaning into it because of the distance that you’ve never had between you and loved ones, while celebrating,before. I hope, my loveYouContinue reading “November Poetry – Week 1”
Today is our first wedding anniversary. In our first year of married life, Alex and I have navigated a few months of unemployment, visa anxiety, an international move, getting used to a new life overseas and a global pandemic… just to start us off. A year ago, my speech at our wedding ended with theContinue reading “Poem: Geek Benediction”