In my cupboard live about thirty notebooks, journals and binders, all different books of some description. I’m typing this piece on my blog, which showcases stuff that’s been compulsory in my classes and other things I’m proud of, or want to explore. This stuff will become, if it hasn’t already, the window an employer will … Continue reading A Nuanced Pause
I January 27th 2016 He's pulled me to front counter at the end of my shift. Out of earshot of everyone else. They're cleaning up. They don't need instruction, they've been doing it the same way, in the same order, for years. Like greasy teenage robots. Lots of things are beeping, but that's normal. I … Continue reading Say “Yes” to Me.
“Do you know what a poem is, Esther?" "No, what?" I would say. "A piece of dust." (Sylvia Plath) We exist in an odd shell. Fragility is a rich, red blood and society is a shark - but you're protected by a shark net. You're just bleeding out in the ocean, dying slowly, whilst the … Continue reading The Bureau Drawer
The fireplace, which used to be the centre of the house and a node of comfort and warmth, became angry. It would shake and roar. Maybe we had made it anxious too; during that last year especially, it stopped being a friend.
"What happens when the story involves suicide, murder, crime, war, death, incest or rape? What if these were part of our family stories? And as writers, what do we ‘do’ with these difficult memories?" (Guntarik et. al 2015)
"If you don't ever reflect, you just stay an idiot".
"The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep" These two lines were extracted from a favourite poem of mine, The Breeze at Dawn, written by Mewlana Rumi. They've been speaking to me as I have drafted this post over the past several days. I read an incredibly moving blog … Continue reading The Antagonist was a Good Man