Elephant Tales

Sex, love and open hearts

Sex, love and open hearts

I used to think that saying you wanted to be loved was weak, that saying you crave to be touched by someone who cherishes your body because your body houses you was also weak and I used to think that… Continue Reading

Zipcode: heart, the home within

Zipcode: heart, the home within

There's nothing better than arriving home after a long day, time abroad, illness and the like. But what if you don't have a home? I am officially homeless and jet lagged and have, again, underestimated the destabilising qualities of both. Humans… Continue Reading

This is not my last goodbye

This is not my last goodbye

Goodbye has never been a word I have embraced. I play Houdini at parties, simply disappearing by doing a runner out the door when no one is looking. Just because I don’t want to say goodbye. My phone conversations finish… Continue Reading

Homeless by choice

Homeless by choice

It was the hand writing that set me off. A simple R written on a jewellery box built for a solitary ring. I found it while doing the final packing up of my house today before I soon begin a… Continue Reading

The panic before the heart of the storm

The panic before the heart of the storm

Sell. Donate. Dump. Three words I have been living by for almost two weeks. I am moving. Scratch that, I am evacuating. Selling everything in my home and heading overseas for a writing sabbatical. Why? Because my dead mother told… Continue Reading