• WRITING

    I’ve had a writing practice as long as I can remember. I formalised it by co-editing BELLYFLOP Magazine (2010-15) and The Shrinking Violets with Amanda Prince-Lubawy (2011-2014). Since 2012, I have written on my own blog Feminist Shakedown. Below are more recent writings and a selection from my blog.

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    Hashtags tearing across in opposition   And. And. Fight. Flight. Lost now.   How do you amplify silence? How to speak after silence?   I tell friends who do not hear I lie with men who hurt   Being silenced By power And hashtags Divides deepen   The aftermath is more enforced silence Puzzling And at once Unsurprising But Stinging…

  • Two Dances

    Written in response to Free Falling Double Bill by Hagit Yakira   waiting to see what is in front of these two dances sifting between bound, built muscle and fine porcelain that breathes through cells like the sound of the sea heard through conches pressed against trusting ears rotating arms, extending necks and twisting hips to fold into the underneath which reveals the…

  • The Words of a Few Men

    [In order of appearance from age 8 onwards] Your skin is the colour of shit A science teacher: Let’s put a bit of your hair in the bunsen burner to see if it burns differently. [It burns differently] Your hair is like pubes I want to take you outside and rape you. I would. Come outside. I would take you…

  • i want to talk about a woman’s silent refusal i want to raise the volume all thick step off of a ledge and into a gap i want to write the word ‘consent’ out over and over, until it becomes unfamiliar and then, only when my eyes capture a new dissonance, i can begin to redefine the word’s meanings. Or…

  • Falling Score

    Sitting with the small fact about me that I used to want blonde hair and blue eyes So it was. A glitch. Can you see her? This blonde woman with blue eyes. Desiring her is a young act of falling away from myself. When I catch my reflection in a window in Deptford market, I shudder. These moments are when…

  • Small thoughts on work by self-identifying women of colour

    I’m in Edinburgh and I’m seeing shows to ‘diagnose’ as part of The Sick Of The Fringe. I’m meeting new faces and being reminded that one of the freedoms that being paid (a bit) to be up here is that I can seek out shows around my more organised schedule. I’m in need of comfort you see. I need a return…

  • A Collage

    I am startled by light. Startled into light. Startled onto light. Things are clearer closer up – the sound of birds wings flapping gives a sense of satisfaction. Car engines feel like a shame, personalised number plates overly brash and manicured lawns are puzzling. Alone with a million trees. Giant oaks lean over and reprimand her for her ignorance, for…

  • Timelines

    I realise (2017) that I began dancing on stage (2000) to taste taking up space without hindrance. At the time, I was dancing because someone had noticed me and unlike the later noticing (2004) that made my body freeze and my insides hurry to fold in on themselves cell by cell, this noticing involved making spaces that I could flesh…

  • Open Call I’m looking for voluntary submissions from artists working within any discipline for a book I’d like to then edit. I’ve been grappling for the longest time with experiences of sexist, racist and sexual violence and I while I am actively engaging with healing, moving on is a long journey. And so, a book – to document and to…