A poem where I wrote down everything I know about pancakes and realised that everything I know about pancakes is also everything I know about a flawed relationship. Continue reading
A poem inspired by autumn and losers.
A poem that really is about buying a 2 in 1 steam cleaner
It can’t be all bad, can it?
Welcome to Parentingland.
We say, ‘welcome’, but when you look at the porridge on our chairs, our unkempt hair, and the manic look in our eyes, you might think we aren’t really welcoming you at all.
(I have no idea why I wrote this)
A budding career Swiftly, it blossoms: "But why?" You eye my breasts. "Oh."
That day when I forgot I’d invited Mary Poppins over for coffee.
Pants, wine and the postpartum posterior.