By Jade Jackson
A Poem About Death
With each heavy breath,
a life less.
With every second more
stories drift ever further from you.
Your life that now exists,
remains in words
told by others.
A lifetime of love, food, shopping, travel, family
At the end, your life or mine,
it’s all the same
a heavy heart,
a deep breath
and a sigh.
If you could pick the soundtrack,
what last song
would you choose?
A ballad? A foxtrot? A Broadway musical? …
I remember the day I created the inbox in question. It was early 2014, and I was now serious about my writing career, so I needed a dedicated email, just for writing.
I had such hope.
This email, this brand new inbox, was the one that was going to keep me on track, informed and everything in order.
What began with a couple of emails from Wordpress, Apple Books, Kobo and Amazon exponentially grew.
A paid course here, a ‘free’ eBook there — all filled with promises of riches, readers, and thousands of new subscribers, desperate to read my books.
I know, everyone (including me) is tired of hearing about the Coronavirus, (or COVID-19) but looking beyond the panic toilet paper and pasta buying, it’s taught us important lessons about humanity.
History is being created everyday, and a hundred years from now, future humans (presuming we’re not all wiped out) will look back and probably laugh at the crazy videos of knife fights in supermarkets.
But the most important lesson we can take out of this saga is to question everything. …
The following poem was written on a drizzly afternoon, on the 2nd Feb 2019 — 12 days after my best friend and previous lover, Jennifer Olsen died from terminal liver disease, except I was yet top be told. It’s ironic considering I had no idea she had passed.
As Jen’s death anniversary day edges closer, and having since watched my grandmother take her last breaths, and too pass away. I find myself asking the same questions, and hearing the same responses in return.
We spend our entire lives searching for that one thing we’re promised, — the one sensation that’s…
Why America Needs To Drop The ‘We’re #1’
Firstly, I love America. I have many American friends, all truly wonderful people. I have fond memories of travelling all over the USA and I can’t recall meeting anyone that wasn’t friendly, welcoming and an all-round treasure.
However, America has an identity problem. It’s not just Trump, Obama said it too but it’s regularly stated by many Americans that they’re number one, the single greatest country in the world; the absolute best at everything.
By declaring themselves number one, it’s implied that extensive polls were run, votes were tallied and the world…
Italy doesn’t have to be standing in queues for big sights, experience the real Italy, with these tips.
The last time I was in Venice, there was queues of hundreds of people waiting to cross tiny bridges over canals. Mostly American (with a handful of Aussies) it seemed, straight off their mega cruise ships.
I then wandered the Piazza San Marco to again find myself stepping in front of dozens of tourists, snapping away, who’s thick accents were only drowned out by dozens of souvenir seller’s trying to offload flags, tee-shirts, statues, postcards and theatre masks.
Are you a sucker for long distance romance?
With travel, especially solo travel, inevitably comes long distance romance. There’s nothing like a tropical destination with a plethora of wild smells and tastes to get the endorphins pumping; the heart palpitating and the palms sweaty with desire.
For most traveler’s, visiting another country is about exploring somewhere different, perhaps staying in a nice hotel and escaping from your everyday life. It is precisely this, which makes long distance romance so captivating.
I think it’s time to admit, I’m a sucker for long distance relationships. I’m drawn to them, like an addiction…
You know I always hesitated to call you an ‘ex’, because you never left me. From your emails and messages saying “I wish we could rewind a few” to, “I’ll always love you,” you ensured we were always tethered.
I know at one point, I tried to remove you from my life; it killed me knowing you were living with someone else, but somehow you always convinced me to stay, telling me, “I need you in my life, don’t ever leave.”
You even made me promise “we’d be friends forever more, no matter what, right?” …
Why solo travel is a thing and how it will change your life.
So apparently travelling solo is a thing now. Who knew? I mean it’s all I’ve ever known. You don’t have to be single to enjoy solo travel. To the uninitiated who fear what others may think, it’s time to get over it and free yourself from the confines of coupled travel.
Sure there are pro’s to travelling with a partner or friend, like potentially cheaper accommodation or someone to watch your stuff whilst you head to the bathroom.
As a child I was always an introvert, preferring…
Why New Years Is An Overrated Celebration And We Should End It
The Sun sets, and the next day it rises again. It happens everyday. It’s not some miracle, it’s not some spiritual awakening. It just is. There’s nothing magical about it.
Sure we get to start a new calendar, but we don’t celebrate turning over a new month, so why suddenly is the ending of a day, and the beginning of the next amongst the most important events of the year?
Just like leftover takeaway food, New Years is a constant disappointment. I don’t understand why we continue to…