A haiku about loneliness and a flash fiction video


I have two things again for you this week, dear readers! The first is a haiku that I posted earlier this week on my Instagram page. The second is a video reading of a flash fiction story that I wrote about two years ago.

Theseus’s Ship is a futuristic story, a musing on immortality, human-technology integration, and what it means to be human.

The Seeker

the_seekerI have been working on a zine. This will be my first zine, and I hope to have it ready by the end of the month. I plan on selling it on Etsy.

This writing is an excerpt of the opening piece. The whole zine ties together under the theme of ‘searching’, searching for yourself, for connection, for your roots. It is an exploration of how inherited trauma can create a profound sense of disconnection, and it is some of the most personal writing I have ever done.

A new poem and a video reading

Frustrated Plans

Helios’s chariot no longer brings me the sun.

Its rays that would linger on my collarbone,
warming my shoulders, cupping
my breasts with growing intensity. The warmth
would carve a valley
for the sun to fall into

with loose limbs,

a soft fall.

I miss falling into the sun,
but Helios no longer rides
and a long dark winter has arrived.

This is a little poem that I wrote a few weeks ago while I posting my NaPoWriMo project. It is about being single in the time of Covid-19. I also wanted to share a video poem with you. This video was originally recorded for Instagram and I have also placed it on YouTube. I plan to record more of my poems soon, so please do have a look and a listen, and let me know what you think!

Watch me read my poem Ways of Seeing

NaPoWriMo: Day 30




The final post for NaPoWriMo! This found poem was constructed from an excerpt from What We Talk about When We Talk about Love, a short story by Raymond Carver, borrowed from the collection Where I’m Calling From.

I hope you enjoyed my project of ekphrastic haiku and erasure poetry. Please let me know which ones were your favourites!



NaPoWriMo: Day 28


A reason to get out of bed in the morning

Paradise, to our gaze
the far horizon is shrouded
in historic meaning. We are children
with dangerous beliefs. Our windows

become lies — the modern creed,
a lodestar to subordinate
fervent imaginations. Horizons
are the lifeblood after all.


This found poem was constructed from selected fragments taken from the book “Utopia for Realists: And How We Can Get There” by Rutger Bregman.

Digital collage art by myself.