Snowprints in the Sand

SO MUCH CHAOS FOR ONE MORNING I WASNT CAFFEINATED ENOUGH FOR THIS I awoke to a phone call from my grandma telling me that my cousin has just got engaged, and after checking the family group chat and seeing a whole myriad of ringed fingers flashing across a beachy backdrop I was just like, woAH OKAY WHATTA FLEX but also very excited for you !!! congrats girl !!! She really be the only multiracial person in our family, living in the carribean and working as a lawyer and now she's cuffed a man DAMN go girl Equipping my mockingly necklace, my friend Luna and I walked to our creative writing lecture together. Yesterday, I was a rainbow amidst the grey masses, but today, with my dual braids, I was Katniss. When we got to the lecture, naturally we were called out for being the late exchange students and a few slides later (with me by this point totally zoned out), Luna turned to me and said, "Fey, look" And on the screen was my work!! The professor confirmed she'd o...

My best friend, Ash, once said to me “what’s the point in creating art if you’re not gonna share it?” And I think about this a lot. Over the years I've written so many things just for them to be lost and forgotten in the abyss of my folders. Eventually to be wiped completely from existence the day my mac finally dies, and with it all my work. If I share my work though, maybe then it can outlive the lifespan that my mac permits it to have. So on Friday, I performed my poetry in public for the first time !! Admittedly, the audience aren't gonna remember word for word what I said, but even if they remember just a quote or a word or a phrase or even just a feeling they felt in response to a line they forgot the second I spoke it, that's enough. I had a very chaotic and cursed shift in which we all just kept dropping the lasagne into the water, contaminating it and thereby making it unsellable. After repeated failed efforts, we amounted mountains of lasagna that we had...

's e r e n i t y. I spend so much of my time feeling dead inside but this week has made me feel alive in ways i haven't felt for so ,,, many ,,, years. Ive spent 21 years in pursuit of bliss the sublime and I think that, maybe just, I might have found it. For the first time in so long I feel a sense I can only describe as somewhere in between serenity and sublimity and thank you' This is just  an excerpt from something I posted on Instagram the other week after the most magical week of hugs, kisses, travels and adventures and I feel like its an apt way to open this post So a lot is crashing down upon me at once (both exciting and scary) and I have so many things to write and so many decisions to make but yesterday the most wonderful thing happened and I just have to write about this First though allow me to run you through on a update of my highlights so far: Changed my name and undergone a total rebrand (say hello to FEY) Modelled for a photoshoot (and been...

Hello faeries I hope you're all okay As beautiful and magical as Australia may be, homesickness is consuming me. Each morning I awaken I look out at the courtyard and, when I remember where I am, all I can do is force myself back to sleep so I can return to the homeland I miss so much Just twelve weeks , I tell myself, then I can go home. So I want to return to the most magical and colourful weekend of my life :: London Pride 2019 !! Since my dad was going to see his parents this weekend, I caught a lift with him which was exciting but not fun when he made unnecessary comments about my weight (or perceived weightlessness), some voyeristic/ misogynistic roadside breakdown commentary (for which I called him out) and finally an unspoken hostility as I armed myself with the queer ammunition of my makeup that makes me ready to prowl but not immune to attack. Road narratives are always so fascinating to me because Ive only ever experienced the passivity of being a passenger bei...

I have a friend who loathes goodbyes so passionately, he tears away away the final page of every book he reads just so that it never has to be over what a poetic little fuckboy right ?? But even though he fears the very words they contain, something compells him to anthologise the strange power they have over him. Maybe he hopes he can harness its power, but he's pretty kinky so i wouldn't be surprised if theres some fear-based gratification going on or something ngl .... he collects every last page and somewhere, anthologised within reach, he's created his own textual frankenstein like Im haunted by many things but nothing of my own material creation omfg I just thought I would preface my return with this lil anecdotal epigraph because this fear of goodbyes is something pretty pertinent to me right now, especially as someone who falls to suppressive denial so that they don't have to confront the farewells *** I live in Melbourne now and it was an impulsive ...