Um, poem?

You know… when someone asks do you have children and you’re like excuse me sir I’m 12! and then you catch a glimpse of yourself in the shop window and see the 97 year-old you’ve become and you realise it was a perfectly legitimate question for someone to ask? Same  ...

Band names I found in the notes pages on my phone

Band names I found in the notes pages on my phone Here is a list of band names I have invented that I had forgotten about until scanning the notes pages on my phone. Apparently I thought these were all important enough to write down. I may or may not add to this list...

Poem: Personal Statement

Personal Statement by Talia Randall   My teachers tell me I could really Be Somebody, but instead of filling out the form they gave me I dangle my virginity from my window ledge and make a performance from puffing on the hash I swiped from dad’s tobacco tin.   The...

Poem: Curriculum

Curriculum by Talia Randall   When we get to the bit about consent, I’m supposed to read from a laminated crib sheet. An educational film is meant to explain: a stick man makes tea for another stick man who doesn’t want tea. If tea = sex then what is a biscuit? If...

Magic at What Words Are Ours

Let me take a minute to talk about the latest edition of What Words Are Ours and shout out to everyone who made it so joyous & moving. https://taliarandall.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/04/curtain-call-vid.m4v   This is Jacqui Beckford BSL interpreter &...