I was a 21 year old girl at the time I came to Mexico; alone and with a pocket full of dreams and teabags. But before this could come about, I had to feel like I was constantly going to die of fear for a long time. Below is an abridged version of my last day in England … Continue reading In The Bath: a memoir from the night before I moved to Mexico
Love. We met for the first time through an aeroplane window and in retrospect it was quite ridiculous what happened. There was no plan, no order, no logical thinking. Most of what happened blossomed like little chaotic buds of sporadic love and in the end all that I remembered were those crackling bursts of … Continue reading Love y el amor: Mexico City.
You've been in the space shuttle for quite some time now. You've seen the black abyss outside your little window, you've re-enacted the Homer Simpson crisp eating scene, and you’ve found out how to urinate successfully in zero gravity. But when all the fun and giggles of living in outer-space wear off...is it time to … Continue reading Apollo and Out: A Year Abroad Analogy.
Acquitted of his sense of smell after a nose operation many years ago, he shifted his attention to other sensory stimuli. Something red had slipped the net and now all of his vests were pink. When asked what his favourite colour was he said that he always thought his wife looked nice in pink but … Continue reading Time Difference: A short story
It's 6am on an important August day in 2010 and I'm sat at my desk staring at a screen. I've known my fate for over half an hour but I'm too scared that it's too good to be true and that someone will send me another email going ‘JUST KIDDING’. It’s precisely because I don’t … Continue reading Getting accepted into University: a short scribble
Photo taken from the third floor of the Unidad de Posgrado in UNAM in the south of Mexico City facing the Ajusco mountain range.
I wrote this tiny poem when I lived in Guanajuato and when I frequently made the journey on the Primera Plus buses to and from DF. One night, we pulled into the Guanajuato bus station at sunset and the sky looked like an ice-cream. So I penned this: Sundae Sky. Iron rods stick out of … Continue reading Sundae Sky
To truly respect your daily blues, lend your ears to the sullen sounds below. Click the song titles listed in orange to listen to each track, make yourself a cup of tea and take some time to sulk in your room alone or sigh wistfully at fellow passengers on your daily commute. 1.Nick Drake- Place To Be. … Continue reading Mellow Dia: sound suggestions for the lost or stationary.
So much water pouring from the ceiling, And non down below, Swinging bodies hushed together In a sundown glow, I think he wanted me like I'd Wanted him all along, Continental differences now evaporate between long sighs and the sight of raw flesh And soul, Rolling between sheets and memories of cold Bus rides, and … Continue reading Thursday Love Poem (It’s Been A While).