KatePost lecture musingsTranslucent tragedies, I think of you before I go to sleep. In the dimly lit shadows of my pillows, my sheets.Mar 26, 2015Mar 26, 2015
KateInto the Secret Garden. ( where the flowers are words and all of them are unkempt.)Sunny souls can sicken you when you feel blue, society sighs with the weight of it too. Treading reality with a tentative step, eyelashes…Mar 8, 2015Mar 8, 2015
KateAnecdotalLondon has swept me up in the the hurricane of its possibilities. I shall share with you a wink into the eye of the storm.Feb 16, 2015Feb 16, 2015
KateHow to Be AnybodyThe longer I stay in this city the more I realise just how easy it is to feel like you are nobody. Everybody struts, rushes and strolls…Jan 28, 2015Jan 28, 2015
KateTemporary : A poem from an 18 year old.Every day people feel good and people feel bad. Every day people get beaten in the face and shaken by the hand. Every day people get hired…Jan 26, 2015Jan 26, 2015
Kate#ShoutingBackI have just started reading Laura Bates “ Everyday Sexism” and its started making me think several thoughts.Jan 23, 2015Jan 23, 2015
KateIt was 11pm when my friend and I set off to walk the half an hour in to the university library, a…We trundled through Camden where he bought us a pizza for £3.75, a rowdy hen party pushed over a motor bike, and a drunk homeless man made…Jan 22, 2015Jan 22, 2015
KateNotes on London TownPeople I have the urge to talk to but not the excuse.Jan 21, 2015Jan 21, 2015
KatePacking for RealityI have lived in many houses. One was this three story Victorian redbrick mansion. It had 7 bedrooms and 8 toilets. I have also lived in a…Jan 21, 2015Jan 21, 2015