Word From The Bird

On rocks, gravel, and the friends who keep me standing.

Writing doesn’t need permission. Just a pen, a pocket of time, a rubber duck, and the courage to begin.

Burnout, breakups, and banana bread: how Station Eleven became my 2016 survival guide.

A meditation on limbo, loss, and the strange joy of toasting crumpets at noon.

Because nothing says freedom like letting an AI scan your face before you can look at cat memes on the internet.

What happens when you switch off your phone, get in your car, and drive until you run out of road?

Tired of machine-made mediocrity? Let’s make room for messy, unpredictable art that actually moves us.

Get a cup of tea, a nice slice of toast, and dig in. These stories will keep it all warm.

A suitcase, a laptop, and my life in storage. This summer I'm finding freedom in letting go: of furniture, of plans, and of permanence.

So you uploaded a rainbow version of your logo for pride month? Thanks! But what about some real, tangible allyship too?

On discovering a poet whose work I'd be reading for the rest of my life.

From a half-joking moment of midair self-doubt, a reminder that mental health and creativity are inseparable.

Thoughts on life, writing, and works in progress.