A Brush With The Patriarchy: how to convert a travel diary into a personal essay

Listen while you read. This is the diary and personal essay of a woman’s personal journey of self-discovery and self-revelation in nature that leads her from the brink of domestic abuse and back to the safe harbour of liberated literatist. Grab a cup of coffee as this is very long. The essay follows after the more

Why she loves her Bachelor(ette) Degree more than she loves you:

She Was My Home:

  Every rickety stair that almost crumbled beneath me, Every loose stone on the cobbled path that made me lose my footing, The spikes & pikes threatening to kill me if I made one wrong move, The disappearing columns I had to jump that shot straight down to hell, All of the wet black caverns more

My first sonnet – 30/12/16

The summer night & I share an exquisite secret, Whirring mosquitos happily prattle on, My euphoria shoots heavenward & deepens, Starlit black velvet & sweet celestial song. Many ants build up a nest one morsel at a time, And in the same way, my hope & faith was restored, Golden, azure drops run over black more

Haiku (5,7,5) written November 2016

Would his love reach me? Cold, shy, distant, reserved, I longingly sing. I was a minor; No characterisation, And then I saw him. On the precipice, Of love, about to dive down, Search the lost & found. He entered my soul, Sat down, picked up the remote, Flicked through, never left. Divine Providence, Brought our more

35 was my lucky number:

Maybe it was time to go back, She knew he would be there waiting for her, But then she remembered his emotional betrayal, She hadn’t rekindled their connection for that! She was trying to improve her life, Not to take a step back.   There are silent battles and steep hills, But she’s spread-eagled on more

Of Ponds & Balmy Nights:

He approves of almost everything about her,

And enjoys being her hero,

So when she says she needs time,

To concentrate on her relationship with her,

He holds her so tightly that it almost hurts,

She knows he’ll always be there if she changes her mind,

“Don’t sit by the pond without me, particularly on those balmy nights!”

He will anyway,

She knows it.

 

When God Doesn’t Exist:

Hedonists will reason, Hedonists will talk, They’ll let you know, You’re not the thing, If you exercise or walk.   They’ll try to get you drunk, And they’ll try to drug your drink, They don’t have children of their own, But they’ll tell you what they think.   The first to point out all your more

Internet Lovers IIII

I get to the mornings,

And the poison leaks away from the black nights,

If I really loved myself,

I wouldn’t keep putting myself through this,

But there’s this hope

That what we have transcends all,

Does it?

I’m not sure my mirror will keep lying,

And so I wait . . .

girl mirrir

 

Internet Lovers III

He called her his “Little Nut,” Because every mighty oak, Started out as a lil’ nut that just wouldn’t quit 🙂 So she spends her days waiting for him, To wake up on the other side of the pond.   Her 3am became the breaking of the fast. He was like lightning in a bottle, more