I’m the textbook misfit. The squashed puzzle piece that somehow ended up in the wrong jigsaw box. I don’t belong in many places. It’s always been like this. At school, I was a goth whose goofy side meant I wasn’t clique-sized. My impersonation of Pee Wee Herman marked me out as an idiot,and the haircutsContinue reading “A Misfit Amid The Misfits”
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Dreams
Dreams are porous; they leak out via the creases on the bed where my body lay, making a silhouette like a crime scene. You’re not part of this anymore, it’s purely a solo venture now. You used to be. Now thoughts of you have curdled. These nights, you are confined to the bottom of secretContinue reading “Dreams”
Binge
My eyes are circled with the natural kohl of insomnia. I pace the floors. It’s stupid o’clock and yet you won’t let go of me. I can’t go cold turkey. I’ve tried. Please set me free of your grip. Why do you do this? I’m no passive consumer, I review art for a pittance. I’mContinue reading “Binge”
TV Review: The Lost Surrealist- Leonora Carrington
Leonora Carrington never got her dues. While Salvador Dali, Andre Breton and others are widely recognised as the Surrealist masters, the women are often sidelined, reduced to mere muses. This 2017 documentary from BBC 4 directed and narrated by Teresa Griffiths, focuses on this oversight, with a haunting and insightful study of the artist andContinue reading “TV Review: The Lost Surrealist- Leonora Carrington”
Hit The North 