On The Inside, Baby, It’s True

Recently, the more I speak to people – some new and some I’ve known a while – the more I hear about feelings of varying degrees of depression and anxiety. And when I scroll down things like Facebook feeds, I feel it too. Understandably, we use such mediums to reflect a version of ourselves that…

Warm Light

This piece consists of me on the tuba and vocals, accompanied by a looped drum track. (Lyrics/words beneath audio)   Ain’t it just the worst thing reminiscing on moments of warm light When you felt like you really mattered A temperate swell rises up from the pit of your stomach, stopping off to fill up…

Chambers of Deception

Can you look at a person and know them? If you hear them talk, does that mean that you know them, then? Should I tell you my backstory? Will that make me more real? I’ll listen and agree with you as you do me Forging connections both social and emotional But does that mean that…

Notions of Self

She didn’t like what she saw when she looked at her own image, but she hadn’t always felt that way. Once upon a time she was free. Everyone was. Free to just be, without a barrage of comparison and inadequacy pummelling us in the face with every wave of a finger. The foul image of…

A Goodbye, Of Sorts

It’s a funny feeling, indeed To miss that which you never had To wave it goodbye and wish it well for the future It is funnier, even, to have created the fallacy of an unwanted truth To have twisted and coiled my way up in a story One that none had ever wanted to hear,…

An Answer In The Dark

Every night, she lay with eyes wide open in the pitch black of her windowless room. Though blinded by darkness, she embarked upon a tireless search through the motionless night. While most of her peers where at rest in their beds, snuggling with loved ones, snoring deep into dreams, her mind was ablaze, for she…

Long Overdue

I’d like to apologise to you. I have treated you worse than I ever would dare to treat another human being or living thing. I have hated you most of your life and I know now that that wasn’t fair. You didn’t deserve it. I’m sorry. I have never been able to see beauty in…

Sweet Smile

“Here I am,” she thought to herself, “stuck in this eternal ponderous loop. Hating. Loving. Fearing. Mostly hating.” It wasn’t the first time that she’d found herself in the deep rut of life’s arm pit, but something felt drearily different this time around. There was a stench of permanency that unsettled her to the core….

Summer’s A Bummer

First comes the heat and then come the hard bodied posers…immediately followed by the soft bodied haters and self-loathers. Which group do I fall into? The hard bodied, of course, you ugly lards! Not really. Without even knowing what I look like, it’s pretty obvious that I’m a softie. A softie who hates the summer…