As I enter the front door, little footsteps trickle down the stairs, Wash over me, like a sobering wave of cool reality.   While I address the unanswered monster in the boiler cupboard, Three quick glances complete the Sitrep: Kitchen dishes untouched All curtains drawn Your sofa slouch unchanged   A decorated hole opens in... Continue Reading →


Ode to my …

I … am sorry. I am sorry, because … I sat on you. For years! Until my right butt cheek turned into a fire alarm, That keeps on going off, … Reminding me of our time spent together.   But still, you have my back And I trust you … With all my life. Printed... Continue Reading →


German-English bilingual phonetic poem   Meine Wurzeln reichen tief in die Erde der Tradition, der Kultur, haben Haken im Unterbewusstsein verankert, Schnüre wie Saiten angespannt schwingen mit jedem Subtext ...   Subconsciously. Having grown up in soils that now feel foreign, the moisture and consistency consistently all wrong; its PH-value palpable, not caustic, but still... Continue Reading →

True Colours

When I was in secondary school, I wished people could change colour… Not the human spectrum kind from, say, a Warm Sienna to a Honey Bronze, But rather an emotional colour wheel to show me how they feel.   They’d turn searing lobster red in dislike. Flash from piercing acid yellow to sickly vomit green... Continue Reading →

Allied Voices

A minute’s silence please, … Because here lies another voice, shot down, shot dead by male privilege.   Stopped in the street, or the classroom, or the bedroom, without asking permission, Just flashing the badge of entitlement, Not even considering there might be another answer to the question that was never asked!   Expecting full... Continue Reading →


Like many people I live with anxiety, which in my case is manageable: Plenty of rest, barefoot walking and general kindness to myself help a lot! But I often have to ask my mind to be still …   These days I cannot be still, because …   STILL survivors are asked what they were... Continue Reading →

The Like Spiral

I like you! I really like you! I like that you seem to like me back, like, you know!   I liked that baby kangaroo video you shared. Soooo cute! I liked the comic about all avocados being evil. I liked that rallying cry against … Brexit-Trump-Platforming-Nationalist-Echo-Chamber … -ism Oh, and I really liked your... Continue Reading →

The Here-and-Now

Anxiety-Depression Vice; Influenced by “The Neverending Story”, Michael Ende (1979)   One of my fondest childhood memories is reading “The Neverending Story”. It tells the tale of a troubled boy, Bastian, reading that very book, Inception-style. He delves into adventures in the magical land of Fantastica, which is being swallowed by the formless “The Nothing”.... Continue Reading →


The P.O.E.T. game: Pick a number from 1111 to 9999, then look up the corresponding combination of your P.O.E.T. style below, e.g. 1521 = Public Overthinking of Externalised Trauma. Have fun, suggestions welcome. 1: Public                            1: Outpouring                  of           1: Emotional                    1: Trauma 2: Personal                       2: Offering                        of           2: Externalised                2: Tension 3: Passionate                  ... Continue Reading →

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