B x

I’ve been thinking lately

about all the words choked up inside,

spilling out only in the quiet of night, under covers, beneath bellowing waves and in hidden corners.

I’m wondering what would happen if they were set free here, falling messily at your dinner table, our eyes locked in the

stale air.

Siobhan

 “I use my work to help people hear, 

through work I get to enjoy being scientific and inventive, and through music I share the sounds I hope people hear. It’s my own little romance novel.”

It was a privilege to snap and chat with the wonderful Siobhan o’mcGinnity on juggling her passion for music with making a difference. Check out the full interview here ~ X

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How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.

– Henry David Thoreau  

Nikki

“When I was around fourteen,

I grew a love for punk and alternative music and around this time I also began to love acting and performing…I don’t really know which came first but I do know that both have shaped me into the person that I am today.”

I recently had the pleasure of snapping and chatting with pocket rocket Nikki Brumen about her creative process, gender imbalance and her career as a multi-skilled performer.

Check out the full interview here ~ X

still, i spill

I want you to come over

and I want to lay on your chest

feel the movement of my head, up and down

your rhythmic breath

I want to feel your support and your unwavering love

what a team.

I want to bottle all of your love up and drink it whenever I feel lost and alone

which is always,

sometimes.

But then I want to soak you up quickly

and pour you back in, seal the lid tight

honeysuckle lick

because I don’t want you smothering me

always,

no.

I don’t want you here all the time

just for some of it –

sometimes I don’t like your smell

and

I’ll never give myself up completely

yet,

I love you with all my being

you are what I was silently wishing for

but I still don’t love you enough

a sad mystery

an unfair song

and

we both know it –

you deserve so much more than this.

Soon, you’ll be gone forever

and sometimes

no –

often

I’ll wish that you would come over

so that I could collapse on your soft chest

but by then

you won’t,

beautiful soul.

Why would you?

(I was lucky to keep you this long)