on the ways in which our bodies remember past traumas and find expression
Category Archive: Prose
a dreamers lament on being forced to earth
a reflection on a self-care routine
11 September 2018 London Heathrow Terminal 3 20:13 Travel Diary i left like I had arrived. harried and […]
travelling alone makes you brave it gives you moments to discover innate parts of yourself that you might […]
let me tell you about the good days on the good days, it feels as though my […]
I was waiting for the sun they said it would heal they wrote it on prescription pads over […]
I am here waking up to myself. It is as if I came from a long slumber, where […]
all I used to have were unfinished thoughts dear diary… fragmented parts of myself, that stopped writing at […]
I am a scholar of peace. I have written the essays on conflict, peace, and security. I have […]
