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A Guide To Grief: As Told From The “Inexperience” of The Living
Alice M. Kay
5 June 2023
As a fledgling, I had constantly been guided into knowing that there was a heaven and hell with one true God and that your place on earth and the ways you treated people would determine exactly where your eternity would be spent. As the years progressed and varied instances of inevitable and unexpected deaths came to light, my views of the after life faltered greatly. Read More…
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Alice M. Kay
9 Nov 2023
A Cry In Time: Premature Tears
I cry a lot about my future. Oh, how I can taste life’s sweet nectar with my eyes closed and a few deep breaths. In, out, in, out. I feel a stray tear mark a trail down my cheek, shining as luminescent as the things I long for. It all feels so far yet so close at once.. Read More…
Alice M.Kay
27 Nov, 2023
Do You See Me?: The Art of Giving Love and Getting Everything Back
You are free…Made to exist in a world where your desires are easily met, your dreams are cultivated, the masses flock to you, and your charm and intellect are mesmerising, for you cannot be tamed. Who am I to keep you when the vast universe itself suffocates you? Your fire drives your impulsive choices. You’re a rollercoaster that never stops, and if I could get the chance to come along for the ride, even if only for one dizzying loop of laughter and pleasure followed by inevitable, nauseating pain, I’d wait a lifetime in that queue. Read More…
Gillian Schutte
01 Dec, 2023
Poem for Kai
My beloved son I have lost you to the void and in that void I have found unspeakable treasures… Read More...
Alice M. Kay
01 Dec, 2023
For The Boy I’ve Loved the Most
I don’t know if I’ll ever stop writing poems and essays about you but what I know to be fact is; it was a privilege to have loved you. Read More…
5 June 2024
Alice M.Kay
The Day My World Stood Still
Seeing as my mother was far too weak to even show face at his practice, and the coronavirus made way for virtual consultations, it took mere minutes for him to unintentionally pull the rug from under us. In his medical opinion her symptoms all pointed to a very particular type of cancer. My ears rang out, the blood in my veins ran cold, my breathing shallowed as my heart rate sky rocketed, besting even my worst panic attacks to date. Our GP referred her to a specialised oncologist that would either confirm or dispel his suspicions. Read more…
Alice In Her Own Land 