KOOL-AID: i can read!

Hello lovelies! Here is the next instalment of Almost Drank the Kool-aid. Remember, if you want to hit it up from the start, you can do so by following the Kool-Aid link in the menu above.   I love reading. Was always my escape as a child. Haven’t been allowed to read. Well, not for…

what YouTube beauty channels don’t tell you

I’ve really been enjoying YouTube at the moment. In particular, beauty tutorials. Have never really been the makeup type. In the past I may have tipped my hat at makeup every now and then with some mascara and maybe, just maybe, eyeliner. I remember when I left home to live in the ‘big city’ and…

KOOL-AID: my days…

The next instalment of Kool-aid. To check out the rest of the story, click on the ‘Koolaid’ menu above.   Right. I admit it. I miss having a purpose. Am quite annoyed at self for admitting this. Because purpose turned out to be a lie. No, we were not saving the world. No, have not…

52 words

52 Words was written by Grabbety Covens as part of a 52 word challenge, hence the title. To view more of Grabbety’s exception work, check out his page here.   Her eyes possess a galaxy of stars, constellations, dreaming of discovery; and I, the sailor seized in their siren song, am lost in love; captured…

KOOL-AID: lack of communication

And now, the next instalment of Kool-Aid! To see the story from the beginning, hit the ‘Koolaid’ menu above. Verbal communication has never been my strong point. Reminded of this fact constantly the last ten years. Never good for your confidence. But they do like to point out your faults. So you have something to…

her roots

Her Roots – A poem by Andrew Maudling #poetry #giorgethomas #writing

on goodreads?

Any of you here a fellow Goodreader? Yes? Excellent! 45 Notes on London is available on Goodreads for review! Simply search the title and give a review (I mean, five stars would be great, but, you know, whatever you like!) And while you’re there, add me as a friend! Looking froward to seeing all those…

mental health interruption

So I had a plan. I was going to pick a poem from those you have graciously sent to me and read it on a video. I wanted to celebrate my fellow poets. I wanted to give them a voice. But my mental health got in the way. The wax and wane of mental health…

Poetry Competition!

Hi Guys! I said it was going to happen, didn’t I? Yes, yes. So Kool-Aid had kind of taken over my life, but don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about poetry. I’ve been doing the rounds here on WordPress and have been coming across so many great poets out there — and I want to help…

KOOL-AID: they’re looking for me

To say I’m scared is a massive understatement. See, when you’re in the cult, they know everything about you. Your family, your friends. Gruff had a visit from the cult. Suited bastards, he called them. Apparently, they are concerned for my safety. Worried about my mental well-being. Why else would I have left the church…

KOOL-AID: it’s all about the money

So. What happens when you’ve been in a cult for ten years, five of those spent devoted entirely to the “cause”? You have nothing. No money. No job. No credit history, no employment experience, no references, probably no family and certainly no friends. It’s worse, of course, for those who grow up in a cult….

KOOL-AID: i would have been happy living under a bridge

Another instalment of Kool-Aid! In case you missed the others, hit up the first instalment here. If you’re enjoying Kool-Aid, let me know and don’t forget to subscribe!   Well. Probably not. I’m a bit precious, really. Certainly never went camping. Sleeping on floors? Hell no! But was in such a bad place, like horrible,…