Florence

And when I think of you,

I think of baby’s breath.

How your trill blows give life,

Steaming curls around lidless pots

 

Set limbs in sterile fire

Those little white spores dotted

Around red roses, small lung leaps

Falling to your mercy, the leant knee breaking away

 

Caught as the whispering arm teases

Another cold moon from the sky,

Light hanging on his limp pallor

A grace of connective tissue cleaned of

 

Tears that we lost in movement,

Carried from swaddling hammocks to tomb.

Frozen in that motion, your back

Tilted as a feeding bird, bent towards open mouths:

 

You once said, ‘nothing in life but death.’

The sequelae of truth-seekers

Are pure water seeping through

Your incomplete book of mystics.

 

Weaving your web, you hold crimson torment

And marching maggots climbing limb to limb.

Enlisted to end – by these artisans of disaster –

Still I watched you paint a million murals

 

With your face cackling, a gathered and powdered saint.

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INTRODUCING HIGHLY SEDATED | FMS

‘From the beginning, we just tried to be us and see what happened, our sound was never forced, it was already there.

Swedish Electronica band, Highly Sedated, are capturing the dance scene with their fresh and artful take on minimalist dance music — part of the new generation of electronic acts like Emancipator who are bridging the gap between EDM and the classic rock band.’

To read more about hidden gems on the electronic music scene check out my feature for the band Highly Sedated in FMS Magazine via the link below:

http://fms-mag.com/introducing-highly-sedated-swedens-fresh-artful-electronica-band-bridging-the-gap-between-edm-classic-rock/

 

Lady with the Lamp

It’s been a strange time emerging from studying at UCL. I’ve felt a bit lost. But then good fortune comes and reminds me that everything will move into place with time and hard work. I’ve had my work commissioned by St Paul’s Cathedral and it is currently displayed alongside the work of fantastic poets. Focusing on magnifying our perception of Florence Nightingale, my poem took me a journey of fascinating research. I even dug into 19th Century medical books! To be able to share a poem about a woman who always imagined something better for the world has brought me so much joy. Imagination is everything. It is being able to think ahead with positivity.  At the heart of everything, I am a writer. It can be scary pursuing a career that’s based so much on chance but it all feels so worthwhile when you find yourself becoming acknowledged by good people who you respect. It is this recognition that encourages me, even more, to be my best self and keep making the right moves.

I’ve been trying to set myself lots of small goals recently to try and keep afloat. When you put them all together, the big things start happening.

Evolution is what we survive

After just watching the Orphan Black finale it made me think of identity. Original! But as any clone story would tell you, being original is something that means something different to everyone. How can we be different in a way that stays true? We can try and try to break ourselves down into a microcosm. We can try to dissect our ways and lay them bare like a filthy mess but no matter how hard we may try to bury our hopes with ugly truths we are still beautiful.

When I look at myself in the mirror sometimes I just want to pull off my skin and forget all of the memories that I carry with me. I think that’s something we all do. We can imagine our bad thoughts like pebbles that we drop behind us and they never seem to move from their trail. The past, the things that traumatised you and the people who still hurt you…they have no power over you.

We carry our thoughts as though they are pearls in a bowl full of water and sometimes the water might over flow. When we lose the treasures that matter to us – those light filled thoughts that spell the truth we should be reading to ourselves – sometimes we think that the good has scattered too far away to ever gather again. But it’s never too late. Everything good will return to you. Your knowledge about yourself is the most powerful gift you can give to yourself. The experiences and memories that make you want to tip the bowl, the ones that make our hands shake and waver, they can be overcome.

Tell yourself the truths that you need to hear to keep going and keep changing. When you look back at who you’ve become after everything you’ve been through you will see that evolution is what we survive, and you have grown good, grown better.

Foals at Citadel: ‘a great headliner but a festival lacking identity’ | London Student

Had an unusual time at Citadel Festival this year and wrote about my time there in London Student. Another review to come soon. Follow the link below for more!

http://londonstudent.coop/review/2017/07/19/foals-citadel-great-headliner-festival-lacking-identity/

Alex Ohm Releases At First A Drop, Then A Flood EP | FMS

A throwback to my review of Alex Ohm’s stunning debut EP for FMS Magazine. A humble and talented man who’s passionate about achieving his musical dreams. He’s had a long career in music but this is his first solo outing! 

https://fms-mag.com/alex-ohm-releases-at-first-a-drop-then-a-flood-ep/

Art Night | REVIEW | a melting-pot of art in extraordinary spaces – The Cusp Magazine

Follow the link for my review of Art Night 2017 in The Cusp Magazine. A night of fluttering from exhibition to exhibition with a free spirit and an open mind. 
http://thecuspmagazine.com/showcase/art-night-review-melting-pot-art-extraordinary-spaces/