Sweet Shop


Sweeet Shop I am the pearl of insulin upon the sliver of steel, Clear and pungent. I can take you back to the days when you roamed in the grass Like a freshly emerged butterfly Until your body refused to obey and you had to come indoors To blood tests, syringes and Pampers. But now,…Read more Sweet Shop

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Your Dreams, Aspirations and Motivations


A couple of years ago I wrote a post on the importance of aspirations and dreams. Back then, I was in what now feels like the rose tinted world of A-levels. Rose tinted because despite the hard work and heavier timetable, my aspiration back then was to get into a good university. That goal is…Read more Your Dreams, Aspirations and Motivations

My Grandmother’s Kitchen


My Grandmother’s Kitchen The numb stone floor thuds against my shoe As my fingers graze the stained wood-mix worktops. I can see Mum searching for plastic bags In the shed that I used to play in. Triumphant, she comes in clutching An array of cobalt, green and white. “We will be leaving soon,” she says,…Read more My Grandmother’s Kitchen

After the Rubble


What happens when you wake up and find that your house has been flattened by an airstrike? Sitting in cloudy old London, these thoughts probably never enter our thoughts. Yet how fickle are our minds when barely a generation ago, Londoners were cowering in their shelters as planes rained havoc over their city. With this…Read more After the Rubble