Oxford Girl – A love poem?

And I didn’t mean to stalk you,

But I know that’s what I did.

Interview with the Jeremy Corbyn

I’m not as politically involved as I perhaps should be, but when I was given the chance to interview both Jeremy Corbyn and Theresa May, I couldn’t exactly say no.

Journals are pretty great

I have sporadically kept a diary for a couple of years now. It has been referred to by many names; my Not-journal, my journal, and most descriptive of all, the big black book of death.

What Now?

Trouble is, I leave these posts till the last minute, and usually that works out okay because I’ll just smash at my keyboard until something positive is born. But then come times like these, where I need something to materialise in a word document RIGHT NOW and all I can think about is how low I feel. So here I am, tip tap typing away, hoping against hope something will drag me out of my stupor.

The Power of the Ukulele

In a moment of weakness, I mentioned to my parents how hilarious I thought the idea of me sitting on top of Goatfell and playing a Ukulele would be.

I forget that my parents listen, sometimes.

A Quest for Goatfell

Out in the world, the sky is shifting. What was before a calming blue is now an inky mess of pinks and purples, casting great impossible colour down onto the land. The fields around me are healthy and full of life, harsh yellow crops swaying lazily in the breeze.

The Elephant, and everything else

There is an elephant in my house. It lives in my bedroom, watching me as I sleep, crushed between sweaty fingers and screaming silently into the night.

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