A poem about toxic friendships.
Tag: friendship
Can We Be Kind By Being Cruel?
Sometimes, the only way to help someone seems to be a cruel or nasty approach – a strategy that may leave the ‘helper’ feeling guilty and wrong.
The Day We Walked to Saffy’s
I know my most precious friends by the way their laughs curl upwards from the soil of their bellies.
In These Spaces, Bodies Talk
In the liminal spaces between the two withins, bodies talk, through touch, speech, taste and sight.
Ghosted: On Trying to Move Beyond Borrowed Experiences, And Have Some of My Own
This poem makes us think about why we date – to find connection or just look for a story to tell?