It’s the 9th of January 2026and every second thought since January 7th has been about a clutch of stuffed animals squeezed in the glove compartmentof an SUV in Minneapolis, USA.
It’s January 8th 2026 – A Poem
I took up my notebook today and started scribbling some notes for a poem. After a few lines, I was about to give up, thinking 'nothing is going to come from this.' But I kept going - a lot of the time I don't - and here's what became of those notes. p.s. If you… Continue reading It’s January 8th 2026 – A Poem
Toadstool Therapy
The other day, I woke up almost excited to finally be able to make a doctor's appointment online. Anxiety, chiefly triggered by the diabolical receptionists at the local surgery*, has been putting me off calling at 8.30 am for weeks. To be able to make an appointment without needing to call had me thinking perhaps… Continue reading Toadstool Therapy
Wendigo Magick
Through a simple Etsy search for 'perfume testers,' I invited Wendigo Magick into my life, without realising that a 1ml vial of perfume oil would profoundly alter my relationship with fragrances. But first, a little background. Please, make yourself comfortable - this might take a while. Following a childhood of blasting myself with Impulse Body… Continue reading Wendigo Magick
An Uncomfortable Age
It is my birthday today. I'm thirty-nine. It's an uncomfortable age, an age I've been feeling embarrassed about turning, which is, I know, utterly ludicrous and tragic. On Facebook, I made it so that only I can see my birthdate. It wasn't because of my age, though, but because of messages that come through from… Continue reading An Uncomfortable Age
The Hills Will Be There Tomorrow
Around 10 this morning, I decided to go hiking and photoshooting, so I booked a ticket for a train leaving for 'the hills' at 12:46. I had spent the first half of this week in 'barely functioning' mode after an unusually social Saturday, and I was desperate to restore some 'lust for life' in the… Continue reading The Hills Will Be There Tomorrow
The Neurodivergent Creative
Well hi. It's been a little while. I was going to skulk back in here with a quirky (?) post about self-anthropology, having lifted the idea from the book Tiny Experiments by Anne-Laure Le Cnuff. In an attempt to 'self-renew,' the reader is invited to 'play a game of self-anthropology', which essentially means making 'field… Continue reading The Neurodivergent Creative
Going Home To Poetry
For a long time, I wrote a poem every day. It was my way of grounding myself; breathing was easier after writing a poem. When, for whatever reason, a day passes when I haven't written a poem, the distress is palpable; I'm a wolf pacing a boundary fence. No matter what's been going on in… Continue reading Going Home To Poetry
Burnout
On the 1st of February, I woke up feeling like I was coming down with flu. Frustrated, I took to my bed for the best part of a week. I slept and wrote when I had the energy. In one of my journal entries, I noted: It's been a relief to slow down, to know… Continue reading Burnout
My Wyrd Life In 100 Objects: 6 – Framed John Kenn Mortensen Illustration
Back in 2013, my youngest brother gifted me Sticky Monsters by John Kenn Mortensen, a brilliant Danish artist who draws monsters on yellow Post-it notes. When I moved to Sweden, I took almost all of my books (something I'd live to regret), including this one. I was forever flicking through it, obsessing over Kenn's meticulous… Continue reading My Wyrd Life In 100 Objects: 6 – Framed John Kenn Mortensen Illustration
A Wyrd Of Her Own 