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(un)becoming an imposter

The wearing of masks leaves scars. Scars, which I haven’t always allowed to heal. It is the daily picking of these scars, which, for me, defines being an imposter. The underlying uncomfortableness of inhabiting myself, physically, emotionally, mentally. At many times during my life so far, I have been disconnected, insecure and in conflict. Too […]

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Burning House Press : under there, somewhere

As part of Burning House Press month of BELONGING/RETURNING/RETREATING curated by Rachael de Moravia my new writing and art, under there, somewhere, was included under the theme of (non)BELONGING. “A digital collage//textual hybrid exposition of distorted music, missed signals and unbelonging” Rachael de Moravia. ‘Drum sticks meet, guitars rev. On his knees wailing ‘Imagine your […]

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Visible, Visible

We can’t escape our lives. During my invisible grief it can feel as if I am not living, that I am just stuck and my life is waiting to start again. Partly because the grief can be a knockout punch and partly because I am not honouring my grief or myself. Instead I try to […]

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Visible, Invisible

It was as if life continued around me, around us, but we were stuck in this no-children land, as if we had slipped into another world, fading. Daily, it felt like a fight to be, it became automatic just to function. I dragged myself out running, for peace, for anger, for something to do, to […]

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