Does anyone else’s brain still stubbornly file things according to academic years? I guess as a parent to two school age children that...

Skin stretched like the croak of a frog, Deflating. Motherhood drapes her cloak. Newt resting on my swollen breasts like a hot water...

In October 2022 I was a guest writer for MixedRace Mama as part of their home-from-home series. I contributed 4 posts (published on...

This poem was written as part of a Bi+ Lines workshop run by Kobi Ayensuo which was looking at creating from the archive, and how we can...