Natasha FowlerThe wisdom of a woman with fresh blood between her legsThrough…Jan 27, 2021Jan 27, 2021
Natasha FowlerWhat sustains me: NostalgiaToday I don’t have an audio version to offer, but you can use text-to-speech function on your device (here’s how OS/Android) or in your…Dec 28, 2020Dec 28, 2020
Natasha FowlerWhat sustains me: ReadingThis was transcribed and left to show its mistakes. I am experimenting with writing with my dyslexia left in. I also recorded an audio…Dec 11, 2020Dec 11, 2020
Natasha FowlerWhat sustains me? RitualsI was on a zoom workshop last week contemplating a sense of place and the rituals that we use to relate to it. We were tasked with getting…Nov 23, 2020Nov 23, 2020
Natasha FowlerI left 24 years ago.I can’t remember why. It’s Easter. It’s winter. Is it the one where I have the tonsillitis? Where she says I’m depressed and they have to…May 23, 2020May 23, 2020
Natasha FowlerSlutsDirty, slovenly. Shabby. She is care less. Slipping, it all slides and slips off.Apr 27, 2020Apr 27, 2020
Natasha FowlerMade out of my experiences, what are all these likes and loves doing to me?What does it do to me when I don’t like your post. Love. Love. No response. Sad. Like or Love. Ha ha.Jan 22, 2020Jan 22, 2020
Natasha FowlerHow did I learn to be contemptuous of you?“You don’t have any olive oil!” I sneered at my friend, allying myself with the other people in the room who joined in the bullying. We…Jul 12, 2019Jul 12, 2019
Natasha FowlerSpeak freely, burn the body hair and gauge the eyes of the attackerTwo hours and I’ve released only 20GB of storage. I need to find another 30. I cannot move myself. I ache.May 7, 2019May 7, 2019
