the hippocampus, buttertarts and applesauce.

tis funny the tiny, intrinsic things that ignite a forgotten moment, unlocking a forlonged memory.  like how just now savouring on a piece of banana and walnut bread, staring blankly for a train to rescue me from suburbia, i can taste the creamy banana loaf that grandma used to make.  the melting walnut suddenly tastes like the brown sugar…

poem mso.

night time skies beautiful blue eyes; dusk blown kisses individual misses; a scornful sparrow gone is yesterday’s tomorrow; light morning rain her forgotten name; tangled white sheets to empty grey streets; his unmade bed in her messed up head.

the naked (creative) mind.

for the past two years i have had the most amazing (platonic) relationship with a polish man.  my therapist.  there, i said it.  i’ve been seeing a therapist.  and i’m proud of it.  i think it is important to talk about it as a means to break down some of the social stigma around mental health.  the support is there…

the yogasm.

as much as i would like to i cannot take credit for this word.  i first uttered it about a year ago when speaking to a friend who takes as much release in this meditative form of exercise (yoga) as i do. yes, the meaning of the word ‘yogasm’ is exactly what you think it is (you dirty…

a staccato burst: the power to persevere.

“perseverance leads to a break-out moment.” -beautiful bird xx (warning: what follows is the ramblings of self-induced egoism.) one of my favourite australian utterances is, “i’m over it.”  loosely translated: something has become annoyingly mundane or tiresome and it is time to flip it the bird.  at least that is my lexical adaptation of it. let…