There's a parallel between photographs and songs in that they can both take you back to a moment, producing vivid memories and nostalgia, and that's just one of the reasons I love music so much. Some music induced memories I have are.. (I may have done a similar post to this before, but after 200 … Continue reading Songs that throw me back..
So after visiting Nijmegen last weekend, one week later and I've had a mini reunion with three of my best Erasmus buddies! My friend Thuy, from Portland, Oregon flew over for a few days and, after picking him up from Gatwick, we headed to Bristol to meet up with two more friends from our year … Continue reading An Erasmus Reunion! (London and Bristol)
When you leave anywhere that you've made memories, you leave a piece of yourself there. My year abroad was one of the most memorable of my life, so the itch to reunite with the place and revel in the nostalgia was unbearable, until I found cheap flights back to the Netherlands and cemented a weekend … Continue reading Revisiting My Erasmus City (Nijmegen)
When I'm tired and feeling like sleeping my dreams are unappealing so I turn on Netflix. I browse through titles forever and then finally put on the news The worlds woes make me feel okay*. What's new today? Bullets in pews. Guns in a church, lots of people hurt. I look up to the sky** … Continue reading A Poem for National Poetry Day
Last weekend, for the first time, I went to Wilderness festival in a beautiful part of Oxfordshire. Aside from seeing a spectacle of ballet, orchestral and contemporary music, Olivia Coleman and drag queens, I also ate a LOT of great food. For some I was too damn hungry to stop and take photos before devouring, … Continue reading What I Ate at Wilderness Festival !
A woman empties a bucket of piss, sloshes through the cobbles as my driver curses. Cretin! The horses pulling the cart don’t care, they soldier on; we all do, really. A withered man with a wicker basket sells his wears for scraps of tin, fabric, anything. I blow my nose on a handkerchief, see streaks … Continue reading The Future Isn’t What it Was (Poem)
We kissed over a bubble-gum sundae. Her creamy tongue was a helter-skelter in my mouth, electric blue, a slide down to my stomach where it fizzed and bubbled. We kissed hungrily. Hungrily over a bubble-gum sundae, in an ice cream shop. She kissed my fabric and my fibres and then, once satiated, she dislocated her … Continue reading Bubble Gum (Short Story)
Usually after a trip abroad I post a diary style write up, however Lisbon is a city I've visited before and we didn't do t h a t much differently, so for a what-to-do style post check out my old one here. For this post I'm going to run through a few good spots to … Continue reading The Top Alternative Instagram Spots in Lisbon
