For Esperanto Magazine’s Permanence Edition, I wrote A Love Letter to Wrinkles, a short essay about ageing, the body, and the ways we are taught to fear the visible evidence of time. The prompt immediately interested me. The Permanence Edition asks what it means to preserve something in a world where everything is constantly changing — our relationships, identities, memories and bodies. I wanted to approach that idea through something we are so often encouraged to erase: wrin

For World Poetry Day, I wanted to share a piece that sits at the edge of language — where writing begins to fail slightly, and the body takes over. The poem below began with a question that felt difficult to articulate directly:what happens to the body when something is seen that cannot be un-seen? We often think of vision as passive — as something that simply receives the world. But this poem resists that idea. It understands seeing as an event. Something that enters, alters

I made this painting recently, and while looking at it again I realised how bodily it felt — almost womb-like. Womanhood in colour and movement. Perhaps the body sometimes knows before the mind does. Art that comes from the body often reaches back into it. That’s not weakness — that’s where its power is. This painting began as a physical act. I covered a previous canvas with white acrylic, a painting I had been stuck on and unhappy with for months. Over that blank surface I b