There is something so magical about the bright afternoon sunset.

There is no poetry involved in this poem but a visual representation of something praiseworthy. In praise of womanliness. I struggled for a long time with feelings of inadequacy for a long time always largely… View Post

Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego? Remember this show? It has nothing to do with this mini campaign but everything to do with the inspiration for it. I remember something switched in me. Maybe… View Post

Why am I doing this?I hear as loud as a whisper in an empty auditorium. I need to create. I made a promise to myself and a few others that I would hold myself accountable… View Post

Fun fact; I hate citrus fruits. Tangerines being one of them. But there is something about the colour.  Colours just have a way of making you feel brand new. This was a good day. If… View Post

I used to hate pink… I grew up the biggest tomboy of life, blue and red were everything, climbing trees was the only goal I had and boys were better than girls. And then a… View Post

I thought my favourite colour was blue. I thought wrong, my favourite colour is every colour. I decided to start again, again. Moral of the story is don’t think too much about things,you’ll just end… View Post

“Walking: it hits you at first like an immense breathing in the ears. You feel the silence as if it were a great fresh wind blowing away clouds. There’s the silence of woodland. Clumps and… View Post

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