the ramblings of a fellow commoner
I’m in the male-gaze stage of the relapse. I'm four months back on the wagon, and I need to get my thrills somehow because newsflash: early recovery sucks. So here's a poem inspired by my latest situationship, because dating a man truly is a humiliation ritual, especially if you date the type I go for.… Continue reading HOLY SMOKES
I still carry this grief, deep in my soul, this sense of profound injustice yet deserved comeuppance.
what is worth saving? the Tescos,the McDonald's,the Primarks? the chicken shops,the rubbish, piled so high it overflows and spills outto our feet,the dog shit? what is worth saving? the concrete jungles,the Land Rovers,the flashing billboards? the expansive shopping centres,the grade-I listed buildings,the statues of historical figures no one remembers? the independent artisan sourdough bakeries,the Wetherspoons,the… Continue reading the stakes
I'd say the tab kicked in when I set my eyes on the menu that was handed to me by a shape-shifting waiter.
(ARTICLE) When I look around me, all I see is decay - the planet, its seasons and oceans, trees, beaches, cities, its people, our morals, our humanity, our hopes and love, our languages, art, cultures, our minds, our bodies, our homes and credit scores, our healthcare systems, education programs, industries, our faith in progress, our… Continue reading alt. esc.
(FICTION) It's happened - he's done it again. Fucking JJ. He's relentless. This time, it happened when he pulled up in his swanky black BMW. He rolled down his window and looked me down, and up, and down again, with a smile. I said hi and leaned forward to tell him my order. I was… Continue reading The Lips For It
[POETRY] Do you remember Marlowe Estate?do you remember its dilapidated maze of crumbling council buildings? FEATURE17 STANDS OUT FOR ITS INNOVATING URBAN DESIGN, SHAPING A NEWCOMMUNITY AND PROVIDING A COMFORTABLE ENVIRONMENT WITH CONTEMPORARYAESTHETICS AND DYNAMIC SURROUNDINGS, scream the billboards around the newdevelopment as if they could erase all the pain and debasement that happened therewith… Continue reading Ode to Marlowe
This is the last time I put myself through this, I keep telling myself. Just like I had told myself last time, too.
Brexit happened. He went to grab the champagne. I cried my eyes out.
I know I am being held and treated like this as punishment. To think about What I Did. Sent to my room, locked up in solitary confinement, grounded! I disobeyed.
be it the Jesus-freak in the hospital bed next to mine, who tried to peddle me her fucking Bible and then screamed for morphine in the middle of the night, be it the corteges of zealots wearing the colonisers' tricolour that I watched parading across Westminster bridge, wishing I could spit on them, it has… Continue reading ni dieu, ni maître
(ARTICLE) As women (NB: to be understood as womxn), we are led to believe the fallacy that we can be anything we want, just like the boys - albeit with plenty of exceptions. We can't be too loud. We can't be too funny. We can't be too smart. We can't be too angry. Out of… Continue reading Don’t get angry…
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