Actress – Writer – Creative
I’m sick of pretending Sick of overcomplicating A life and its freedoms Stripped by governmental spending Sick of being forced into a rat race Sick of cameras stealing my face Sick of the poisons making me sick My immune, immune to humanities heartache I’m sick of control Controlled by those who never rest from the…
8.5.24 There’s that guilt I feel when by accident I step on a snail And the quilt that Gjyshja knitted which will never fail To keep me warm on those sometimes chilly awkward spring nights I need the warmth that brings me summer when I look in your eyes There’s broken glass on our street…
Teapot Troubles // Audible From last year being shortlisted to now having had the amazing opportunity to have my play transformed to a radio play. Writing for audio is something I had never suspected would come my way but I am so grateful that it did. Teapot Troubles has been a project so close to…
Rehearsal Notes 05.04.23 Dont describe me as not enough Then not prescribe me what I should be I assure you, my deficiencies are not a lack But a reminder I can be more For too long my vision has been clouded By hard to swallow truths I swallowed them And they scratched my throat on…
How Not To Drown, a short review. On the 11th, I attended the last showing of How Not To Drown at the Theatre Royal Stratford East and I immediately regretted not going sooner. How Not To Drown is a whirlwind adventure sending you on the trials and terrors of a young Albanian boy making his…
15.01.22 In my future I want to live on a boat. I want to feel the constant will of the earth of the waves. The restless flow of life. I want to share my home with loved and love and a shared heart. I want to create. I want to create feelings and make others…
21.8.22 Reality hasn’t crept up on me this time but slapped me in the face while staring me in the eyes. I had been blind to it before but it always stared me in the eyes, coloured blue. Eyes blue of my soul sister who I was blind too. My privilege slaps me in the…
14.7.22 I think that as a country we like order. We love giving receiving, following and living in a world of order. Chaos comes unnatural to us, because even in the midst of wars we sip tea and gossip like time owes us and not us it. And it’s not that we don’t like chaos…
Goodbyes. 24.07.22 The rain begins to fall but our tears fall harder. Pass the glass of water around to those who leave, let them go with the taste of home in their bellies, let them go with the strength of their families who keep them here in their hearts. We push them away with goodbyes…