What use are words if they too don't reach hearts in the hinterlands, forests and fields?
I don’t know / What sorrow could have / Made their heart so heavy / That the light was sucked / Out of their eyes
An essay on being torn between two cultures and trying to find my voice as a writer.
The Emily Bronte book is seen as a love story more than a story about abuse and trauma because Heathcliff and Catherine have no identity beyond each other.
A fictional story from the age of COVID-19.
'I wish I were understood more'.
Never have I wished more that I knew it, or been more grateful that I do not.
A fictional account of every day middle-class struggles and their stamp on a child's growth.