When the tears don’t fall

I’m still in bed when Manny comes home. The day had crawled by slowly and quietly, with only my thoughts for company, occasionally interrupted by the sounds of the world outside...

Quarantined thoughts

It's so quiet. Except the sound of my pen moving across the page, the tick-tock-tick-tock of the clock...

Microaggression Tuesday

I made my way to the boardroom for the weekly team meeting held every Tuesday at 10 am or whenever it was most convenient for Sadie, the team manager...

Recipe poems

So today was the last week of my creative writing course (sob!) and it's been really awesome...