Corporate cog by day, poet by night. Writing is my happy place. Comments, follows and critiques are always welcome!
My Dad: The Feminist
This is the story of how my dad became a feminist. Let's start with that all important caveat shall we? Just to be clear – I’m not talking about a born-again, protest-chanting, preaching-from-the-roof-tops feminist. Not even the type of feminist that is really comfortable calling himself that word.
The Kenmore Girls
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night a candle burned in the window. The flame, a small wispy thing, licked hungrily at the dusty pane of glass, casting a dark shadow of blackened soot. In the shadows and obscured from view there is a girl.
A Dragon Run
There hadn’t always been dragons in the valley. Years ago, when Cassie’s grandmother was a young girl, and the small fishing town had huddled sleepily around the steep bank of the river Nyem, tales of dragons were nothing more than just that; stories. A chance for a passing traveler to earn themselves a night’s bed and board, high on the hospitality of an enraptured inn.
Love in a Time of Shame
This is going to be uncomfortable. This is going to hurt. I'm sorry. Mum, I need to tell you something. It's big. I should start by telling you that when it happened they asked me if I wanted them to call you. They said, "At the end of the day she's your Mum. She loves you. She'll just be glad to know your safe." For the record, and I want to make this clear Mum, I know that this is true.
Just Another Corporate Cog
I would like to say that 2022 marks the moment I kick the corporate game for good, but I'm afraid that that announcement would be a few decades premature. A girl's gotta eat, shop, and travel after all. 2022 does mark another rung on the ladder though, and this little cog is upgrading to a younger, sleeker model. Work life balance is back firmly on the agenda.