Behind my house there is a lake, it’s one of the hidden gems of South Thamesmead and my favourite place to take a walk in the entire world. Amongst the lake’s backdrop are high-rise concrete tower blocks, each bleakly coloured structure filled with its own set of unique characters and stories. The grey structures themselves … Continue reading THE CRANES ARE RISING.
2020, a year to remember.
I began writing this piece in September 2020. September often resembles a month of new beginnings in my life. Usually coupled with the end of summer and the beginning of a new school year, after January 1st, September remains the best time for me to reassess, recharge and move forward with any plans or goals … Continue reading 2020, a year to remember.
Over the past few years, I've written a few letters to Alex, on the third anniversary of his passing I'd like to share the one I wrote today. Alex, Grief remains one of those things that I still struggle to come to terms with. There are no rules, no guidelines, no timelines. On somedays it … Continue reading ALEX.
Ironically, my Dad not being around is something I’ve never wanted to speak about. If you had asked me what effect it has had on my upbringing, until recently I’d have told you none at all. That’s not to say he wasn’t always there, things started well and I often find myself reflecting on fond … Continue reading Fatherless.