-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
I smile with the grace of butterfly wings a gentle flutter and though the wind offers me a soft caress, I cannot help but shiver in its cool embrace baby hairs tickle my nose and forehead but I do not move them away. I watch the world spin through the clouds and so I swing…
It’s been some time since I have posted a thesis update- I’m not very good at keeping consistent with social media. But after having received my results on Friday, I decided it’s time to fill everyone in. Just an FYI- I got a High Distinction!! SO, WHAT IS MY THESIS ACTUALLY ABOUT? It feels nice…
I found an Overland article some time ago called ‘The Wildness of Girlhood’ (2019) by Bonnie Mary Liston. This article was able to capture experiences I could only dream of describing. She writes; “There is a period in many little girls’ lives, around the age of ten, where they go completely wild. Not in the…
how sad for youto have an empty heart malign, perhaps?broken and dark and burning i cannot find it in me toregret the selfishness of letting go, she is the roaringof the wind; nightmare incarnate and shedoes not yield.
She weaved through the cosmoscoaxing starlit dreams from my headgrasping them with cold, dead fingers shebottled them up andwelcomed them into the abyss.A lulling whisper to“seize the day”and so I read all nightuntil my soul ached andi waited for the darkness to claim me consciousnessand i hoped with every stupid fibreof my being, falling fallingback…
(Less about my thesis, more about the experience in this one) So I have been fairly terrible at documenting how my honours journey has been going so far… I suppose since my friend Brigitte passed away I have struggled to feel connected to this project. But I am in my third week now, I am…
I truly don’t know where to start with this. On Saturday the 18th of February, I received the most devastating news. My beautiful friend Brigitte Beaney had passed away unexpectedly. The following content is ridiculously personal, vulnerable, sensitive and explicit. But these little journal entries and poems have allowed me to feel like I’ve honoured…
Sit down and buckle up my darlings because this author hassomething to say: ‘What the fuck?’ I can almost say for certain that Jane Austen is rolling in hergrave after having been compared to her ‘contemporary’counterpart, Julia Quinn. “Sometimes,” Violet said, barely even moving her lipsand certainly not moving her eyes off a single spot…
While I believe many of us are familiar with the story of Little Red Riding Hood, I would daresay few are aware of her gruesome history. Little Red, in her glorious nymphet naivety has been brutalised with rape, misogyny, sexualisation, forced cannibalism (yes, you read that correctly) and death since her creation. It is here…
We’re All Scared of Something, Aren’t We? I’d be lying if I said that I remember the very FIRST instance when I realised I had a phobia. I do however, recall some of the incidents that contribute(d) to my fear. When I was younger (yeah, I was a pick-me, and I cringe every time…
That Girl Books 