Does having just one word for the unimaginably huge and complex concept of LOVE limit our ability to understand and express what it is? The Ancient Greeks had eight separate nouns to identify the different types of love. In English, we have just one. In order to clarify the kind of love we mean, we…
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There’s this song I love by a Cornish band (featuring Ben Howard) called ‘Portland’. It’s a beautiful song; if you’re into music that makes you feel all your feelings, I recommend finding it on YouTube or Spotify and having a listen. Mickey Smith’s voice is hard to decipher but there’s one lyric that stands out,…
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1. Somewhat like lizards and snakes, British people come to life in the sun. After months of hibernation slouching from bed to desk and back again, everyone in the entire country went for a walk on the South Downs today in Hawaiian boardshorts and no shirts, with tinny music blasting cheerfully from their phones. 2.…
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Uvita River Dirt I wrote this in March 2020 🙂 I’ve also, embarrassingly, recorded myself reading my failed National Poetry Competition entry out loud, in case you’d rather watch me stumble over my words than read it yourself. Disclaimer: I’m wearing an inappropriately see-through leopardskin leotard because this is my lockdown uniform. It’s not something…
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It’s not that I want to be like this. It’s just that I exist in bits — cells I can’t quite contain. And if I can’t, then who can? Once I was offered a ring and I thought, What would happen if I committed to him In a legal and public way? Would I suddenly…
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1. It’s not actually that stressful There’s that popular saying, isn’t there, about how moving house is the most stressful thing a person can do in their life. I think what was more stressful than moving into my new flat was having my big toenail pliered off by a nurse in an A&E in Cardiff…
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I’m standing on thick-pile carpet in front of a 3-seater Chesterfield sofa. A golden-framed hexagon-shaped mirror is mounted on the fashionably patterned wall behind it. The room and all of its trinkets and finishing touches is dominated by peacock greens and blues with metallic accents. There is a rich, decadent, almost exotic feel to the…
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We’re both getting married in the next few days, and we’re both female. That’s it. Oh and we have brown hair. I’m one of those Daily Mail haters who secretly reads the showbiz section. As such, and it’s my own fault really, it hasn’t escaped me that I’m not the only person getting married soon.…
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Seven weeks today, I’ll be a wife. It doesn’t really mean much to me right now. If I think too much about what it does mean I’ll probably just scare myself, like when you start to think too deeply about your own inevitable death, or stare into your own face in the mirror for too…
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Every relationship on Earth is different. I’ve always thought the English language is disappointingly limited when it comes to love.
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