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Writing - Poetry - The Freedom Between my Thighs
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The Freedom Between my Thighs- (written in 2014, edited 2020) by Yvette Hess The Freedom between my thighs Consoles his fears Of being a smaller man, A lesser man By consuming me. Fists aim for the sky But land on either eye- I’m blinded by promises, Once again left Empty. My insides hate me for allowing His bitter tongue to taste me. So I wait for the lashings daily Expectant, Pregnant with the truth Pregnant with his fruit Ignorant to the fact that I can escape: And live life full, Not bruised, Not used. Not only seeing black...
Writing - Sweet Regret - Poetry - 2011
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Oh Regret, I see you have come to visit again. We used to spend day and night together, Yes, I remember those times. I was young and you were bitter. Sweet Regret, This time your visits are shorter, Less bitter. Maybe it’s in the weather? Maybe it’s you- You’ve changed for the better. Your friends, Disappointment, grief and heartache have come along too. That’s fine- let them in. We can all gather round and have some tea. I’m so much braver now you see. Let me tell you straight to your face, Regret. I no longer fret. I have lived. I live still, not...
Looking Back - Art - 5 April 2019
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Using Facebook’s nifty activity log, I am reflecting on old works, their meanings and what was happening at the time I created them. One of the works below were included in the Spring show at Ruth Prowse school of art I attended but unfortunately went missing. I don’t think there is anything more painful than work that goes missing or gets lost or damaged. This especially when you were not even completely present in the creation of it - no memory’s of process but an expression of a truth nevertheless. And when that work goes missing, it is like a...
Dear Diary - 08.04.2021
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“Even though the battle is fought with my mind, my body responds to it being real, in a very real way. Freezing completely, or shutting down. My eyes will close involuntarily, my legs have pins and needles , like they’re switched off.”
SADAG Akeso Clinic Talk - Speaker- 2015
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The South African Depression and Anxiety Group invited me to speak about my experience living with Bipolar Disorder for their awareness program around living with mental illness. These are the notes from my talk in 2015, at the Akeso clinic in 2015. —————— Good morning everyone. Today I'm going to be a bit selfish and talk about myself. I was very kindly asked to speak about my experience living with Bipolar Disorder. Two things I want to start off by saying. 1- Everyone experiences bipolar disorder differently which leads me to two - we can all relate to the symptoms....