My space baby

I can show you the world shining, shimmering, splendid. Put your seat belt on because I am going to talk about some uncomfortable stuff, some funny silver lining and some moments red-letter. Through the eyes of infertility and miscarriage. Do you trust me?

Green Fruit; Rotten.

I’ve decided to take advantage of my melancholic mood to write a wee article about a poem I wrote last year. Often melancholy hits in the most unexpected ways but, for me, it is silence that triggers it. I have recently enjoyed escapism and meeting people after my third miscarriage a couple of months ago.Continue reading “Green Fruit; Rotten.”


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