A Poem — Every day, I walk the tightrope of single motherhood — whilst under the influence of the patriarchy. I have tripped and fallen apart in unsteady love, been left behind season after season like a forgotten thing — the unread book on a bookshelf gathering dust. Unable to see the woods for the trees…

Being human is more exhausting, lonely and full of wonder than ever — Life in the usually bustling metropolis of London, is still as weird as it was a year ago — relative to our neighbours across the rest of the world. Closed shops and subdued high-streets. Masked strangers with eyes full of suspicion about the unmasked among them (just imagine that scenario…

It’s war again: a family carries its family out of a pranged house under a burning thatch. The next scene smacks of archive newsreel: platforms and trains (never again, never again), toddlers passed over heads and shoulders, lifetimes stowed in luggage racks. It’s war again: unmistakable smoke on the near…

if it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don’t do it. if you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or hunched over your typewriter searching for words, don’t do it. if you’re doing it for…