Girl Talk Self Talk


Girl talk is not about what we say to other girls

It is about what we say to ourselves

It is what happens when we see mostly mirrors

and stitch words into our skin

as though we were taught

right from the beginning

to wear the whispers of other people

I’ll Remember


I’ll remember how I wanted to tell you everything

rummaging around in my head

I’ll remember the crumbs I gave you

and the tears that threatened to shed

I’ll remember how I locked it all away

and let you speak instead


-Mother & Daughter in the café

Call me by your name: Film Review



Directed by Luca Guadagnino

Starring Timothee Chalamet & Armie Hammer

 ‘Call me by your name’ is a film that is so terrifically human. I was both a witness and a participant while watching this film. I do not think I have ever watched a film more authentic than this.

Nothing we say in life is ever neatly composed or free from the constraints of human imperfection. I feel as though movies have taught us that everything worth saying should be composed neatly and those who speak in the tidiest of sentences are models for us all. This is a disservice to what it means to be ‘real’. The characters in this film speak as one usually speaks in their daily life, unscripted and unrehearsed; the epitome of ‘real’.

In this film, even when words are hardly spoken, the actors say everything that needs to be said with a frustrated ruffle of the hair or a look that screams more than a hundred love songs could ever dream to convey. This film taught me that as humans, we are all a little bit unusual and our own behaviour often shocks and shames us. All we want is to be loved and accepted for our authentic selves.

How lovely it is to have found a movie that dares to adress what might happen to us, if we too find the courage to expose our souls, naked and flawed. Perhaps this film will inspire a few people to realize that honesty, pain and love are always worth it.

By Rebecca Julie

Sand & Glass


It is not alright

that you are not okay

and when you cry you create oceans

that break against your face

The sound of the sea

surrounds your feet

and you worry about sinking

beneath all you can be

For you always saw

the glass in the sand

the potential to mould

and the will to bend

But it is not okay

that you bend for those

who threw you a stone

when you asked for a rose



I don’t want to spend money

I want to spend time with you

playing games like they use to

in those movies

from the eighties

when a song and a hairstyle fixed everything


I want to drink wine and talk about the wind



how it feels against your face

I don’t want to spend money

I want to spend my life looking

around at all the places

zooming in


on all the smiles that we made


Endless Friend


My endless friend will surely be there

when my breath is almost spent

We will laugh at all the fun we never had

when lingering in our thoughts instead

Lying on my bed

eyes closed and yet awake

something always unspoken

and tears, always waiting to be shed


There is nothing unique about us

and yet we are completely original

in the way our journey’s met

and the path we paved from then

The way we seemed to always leave

and always return again


My forever friend is sealed to me

for I stitched her into my skin

making us part of the same outfit

worn by many

tossed, tumbled and torn

yet never going out of style

never unsuitable for any event


We are an infinite lie

told on television screens

two souls

one hand

flicking through the channels

and never stopping long enough

to see an episode’s end


How imperfect we are

my friend whom I nearly lost

over and over again

who I know will surely be there

when my breath is almost spent