24/1/2022 Out of nowhereshe slits my skindaggers in my backand I stoop, stunned. It's all at onceit's thick and it's oozingover all my well-kept, compartmentalised thoughts no, this one commands my attentionno dodging, just pangsrancid and pungentcold and heavyI have no choice butto slump forwards in submissiongrazing the groundallowing her to consume meclose herself in… Continue reading Submission (2022 Poem)
Three and a half years on from Confronting Sexual Purity Culture part one - where do I sit? How is my relationship to my sexuality, and how have I continued to confront sexual purity culture. Where am I at now? Nowadays, I'm fairly free of the guilt, anxiety and fear that was once a crippling… Continue reading Confronting Sexual Purity Culture (Part 2)
As part of my room re-organisation, I've been stumbling across more forgotten poetry. Reading through this one gives me a sense of perspective and gratitude for the dad I have. He's a pretty cool dude, and I'm all about celebrating the good things as much as I can. My Dad is. 15/5/2022 I'm sixMy dad… Continue reading My Dad is. (2022 Poem)
How does technology make you feel? More often than not, getting off my phone, especially after a long period of time will make me a) gross (zombified, unproductive, vegetative) b) sad - either depressed about the future, angry about something or anxious in someway. I love movies, shows, and the like but binging Netflix, Neon… Continue reading Brain Dumps, Teachering and Too Much Tech
Hey ho, it's another poem! I wrote this one last year during a writer's club lunchtime break, as part of an exercise. We all had to write in the style of a Particular poem by a Particular person, neither of which I remember, besides the fact that we had to choose an imperative verb and… Continue reading Weep (2022 Poem)
While in the changing room post-swim the other day, a poster caught my eye. Christchurch City Council's new campaign, It's Cool Not to Be Cruel centres around reminding people to treat CCC's employees with basic human decency. Abuse towards customer service employees has been on the rise. Part of me was shocked to learn this,… Continue reading Kind Strangers, Angry Strangers
In a Bohemian Humanist first, Iโve opened up the floor to a guest post - an up and coming blogger who I am rather fond of. They wish to remain anonymous, but have been itching to get their work out there. Without further ado, hereโs Who I Came I Out To. It was summer break… Continue reading Who I Came Out To (Guest Post)
I've been recovering from a knee injury recently. It turns out that knees don't like it when you go on long, erratic jogs after not running for weeks at a time. Maybe it's my mid-twenties catching up with me? It's nothing serious, just patella tendonitis. Not as concerning as the Latin would have you believe… Continue reading Creaky Knees and Dopamine-Seeking Swims
Thereโs something theatrically sardonic about blasting Vivaldiโs Winter out your car speakers when it's a blistering 35C outside and youโre sitting in a Pak'n'Save carpark trying not to have a meltdown xo I was relegated to the car because the supermarket music was stressing me out. I forgot my noise-cancelling headphones in the car. Thereโs… Continue reading Hey ASD (Spoken Word Poem)
The year has only just started and I'm already finding it difficult to turn my work brain off. Whenever I have a significant shift in my schedule, I struggle to adjust for a while. Often, a week or two (or three) is spent in limbo. Going back to school is a prime example. Does anyone… Continue reading Bribing Teenagers and Dragonfly Brain
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