Every other day on our social media pages we will be sharing anti-racism resources as well as black artists to uplift and celebrate. We will be updating the list here, so all of the artists and resources will all be in one place. Now is the time for everyone to get involved. We need to … Continue reading ANTI-RACISM RESOURCES / UPLIFT, SUPPORT, CELEBRATE
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A Mother’s Anxiety
How did I not know? How did I miss the signs? How did I not notice? Was there not a change in her voice? Did she not lose the twinkle in her eye? How could I not see the torment she was suffering inside? Was I so absorbed in my own life? Fooled by her … Continue reading A Mother’s Anxiety
Helena Napal is an emerging artist currently exploring painting and sculpture. Through her work Helena seeks to better understand sexuality and identity as well as to respond to mental health struggles. Her experiences of reproductive health issues and trauma fuel her passion to reclaim her power and autonomy by embracing adversity and creating in the … Continue reading Helena Nepal
Note To Self…
I must remember that I, the self, does not exist. . It’s just a concept . I am everything around me I am consciousness I am awareness . All of the things used to describe me belong to themselves I am not attached to ‘the self’ I am simply this... I am … Continue reading Note To Self…
Too much pressure Too much time Too much uncertainty Too much to climb . Too many emotions Not enough space A clogged up brain With only time to waste . Deeply stored frustrations New triggers to entice Past projections fog Is it so hard to just be nice? . With so much confusion Leaving it … Continue reading Lock-down.
Covid-19 It seemed so far away almost untrue, Will it get nearer, when will it affect you? Infectious by nature, infectious by name, Human population all thinking the same. A shift in energy for better or for worse? Media have portrayed it as if it’s a curse. With a fever and cough just like a … Continue reading Pandemic Poetry
Love, Loathing, and Flat-Packed Furniture
Dear Long Lost Ex-Høsbånd, I find myself today at IKEA. There are many options out there for low-cost home goods, but somehow I always end up here. Something to do with the meatballs. . Hey — remember the home we used to share? The centrally-located 2.5 room Altbau where you continue to live, but without … Continue reading Love, Loathing, and Flat-Packed Furniture
Believing it’s what we need Rather than what we want Tricked into thought With an unnecessary response. Whilst the world burns down The seas continue to rise Ignorant people follow suit Living out their foolish lies. Deadlines must be met But for who? Or why? Generations of rushed people Never a break Too busy … Continue reading Today.
Can’t sit Mind walks. Can’t walk Mind flies. Can’t fly Mind sits, Sinks and cries. - H. O'Neill - Jack Hare (photograph)
Tribute To My Smallest Tooth
You've worked so hard for so long Pressing every particle down inside The body has a testament to your determination A fleshy statement of willpower To choose any other way is weakness You are surrounded by weak people . But as you get older You realise that perhaps real weakness is Forcing yourself to live … Continue reading Tribute To My Smallest Tooth