I wrote this piece a few years ago, but I still think it is relevant today, which is a shame. I'd like to think the future is going to be much brighter if we stop and think about our planet and the people who live on it. This poem is also a plea for people to stop giving their lives to those who only care about money.

A reflective piece exploring a gradual descent from a stream of consciousness into mental exhaustion, where escapism offers only temporary refuge from the mundanity of everyday life.

I wrote this poem after seeing a post on Instagram where someone asked ChatGPT what it would do if it were human for a day. Its answer was full of overly romanticised things, which inspired me to write about what actually makes us human and separates us from AI — the trivial things. The unattractive, unintentional, and often boring habits.

A poem inspired by my journey, where I took a somewhat spiritual pilgrimage and watched the spring equinox sunrise on Glastonbury Tor, where I soon felt one with the fairies.

Inspired by Jan van Eyck’s Arnolfini Portrait (1434), a painting long debated for its unusual details, this poem reimagines the scene from the perspective of an artist tasked with capturing a ghost.

This poem reflects on the lingering traces left behind by a beloved pet, and how even the most mundane reminders of them can be difficult to let go of. Inspired by the loss of a childhood feline friend and the moment of finding one of her hairs whilst tidying, it serves as an homage to all the furry companions who have been loved and lost.

I wrote this piece about one of my dearest friends: my creativity and desire to write. It’s one of my oldest and most loving relationships, even when I doubt it at times. Writing has always been an escape for me, and at other times, it has helped me when nothing else could.