Poetry

When my kids sleep badly, I sleep badly. And the next day, while they need me, all I need is my own mum...

I used to work for this online content platform. And the word rate they offered was shit. But I didn't have any other work, so ...

A poem.

Next stop: The ultimate capsule wardrobe. One style of top, one style of bottoms. Multiple copies of each. Probably all pink. Take one clean top, ...

women tell me to use cleanser and toner and expensive products so that I won’t get so wrinkled but I just don’t care about wrinkles ...

And it says something about how women are feeling. I've had a bit of a wild week. I shared this poem on Instagram and it went instantly ...

I go running in the countryside in a jumper that says MOTHER across the chest. And I feel awkward about it. Perhaps it’s because motherhood ...

I wasn’t one of those kids that wanted a horse. I grew up in London, people didn’t have horses. There was this one girl, though. ...

In 2008, I finished uni, returned to London to live with my parents in their new house and started a blog. It was called ‘Annie ...

Thank you to Allen Ginsburg for the inspo....

That time I was out running and a man stopped behind me. I felt scared. Until this hooded woman appeared... 

Some of the times I stayed quiet, when I should have spoken up...

I've been doing Wim Hof breathing every morning and it creates some wild sensations. Here's one...