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Ottilie’s Slumber
From her slumber, Ottilie crept heavily, heavily along the path parallel to the bay; its black ocean tongues licking gently at the homestay walls as it lulled the rock crabs to sleep. A deep smell of Frankincense slithered alongside her caressing the hairs on her neck and swallowing any awakeness she had left whole. Drunk…
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Time
No one could really pinpoint it; the feeling of Time running away. They tried as best they could to keep themselves twelve steps, seconds, minutes, hours, days ahead in an attempt to slow it down. As though filling Time up as much as they possibly could, would cause the hand to pause and look back…
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Blue Sky Tumble Dryer
As we arrived onto the beach, he and I, our gasp stretched out along the long planes of sand laid out before us. To see a beach abroad with such colours was, of course, beautiful but you almost expected it. Perhaps I expected far less from the island that shaped me, where drizzle was its…
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The Beauty of Foals and Flies
Good morning, good afternoon and good evening readers, I wrote this piece for my mum when she came across a dead foal in a field near her home. She liked it a lot, and I hope you do too. Enjoy 🙂 The Beauty of Foals and Flies Since childhood, I’ve loved exploring forests, fields, hidden…
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09 February – Old Gods in New Gods’ Bodies
Good morning, good afternoon and good evening readers, It’s been a while; it’s been some time, But don’t you worry, the weather’s just fine. Last year I stopped posting blogs onto my website for various reasons. My reasons are excuses in capes and fake moustaches And the ins and outs and whys and hows don’t…
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29th May – It Is My Right to Be the Woman I Am
Good morning, good afternoon and good evening readers, Preamble: This poem is not exclusive to the empowerment of women. It is your right to be whatever you identify yourself as. The atmosphere of this poem is very much woman power because I am a woman, but it is written with the intention for every reader…
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9th May – Balcony Man
Good morning, good afternoon and good evening readers, Today’s blog post is a little different. I’ve been trying to focus on my writing and that involves writing any old shit that comes out of my brain. This piece is inspired by a collection of short stories entitled ‘The Elephant Vanishes’ by Haruki Murakami. Here is…
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3rd May – When the Bored Seek the Good
Good morning, good afternoon and good evening readers, On Friday I explored some of the city on my own. I went to an art gallery and looked at the European settlers artwork and then the aboriginal pieces. It was all very interesting… but to be honest I got really fucking bored. I decided to go…
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2nd May – Out of the Green Refectory
Good morning, good afternoon and good evening readers, Faysal once said that to him, the human life is essentially just a collection of experiences. I’d never really thought of it in that way before, but I think it’s a pretty beautiful way of seeing each exchange. So, today’s blog post is a wee summary of…
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24th April – Bananarama
Have you ever listened to the sound of a peeling banana? Like, really listened, closely and with concentration? That tearing, split of the sunlit skin. Raw and controlled in whichever way the handler moves their agile fingers. The initial crack of the stalk, then pulling it down to its point like a dog chasing its…
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