Edald Hopfield
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Not Always Material
She sings in a field of grass, With pools of green and pockets of flowers, Her eyes are empty, like glass, She remains here, even in the dark hours, She waits for her love to return, She waits with a… Continue reading
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He Called it ‘Onomatapoetry’
Bubble bubble, beep beep, He’s awake and his coffee is on, Whistle whisssstle, screeeeam, His coffee is off, Step step, jingle, ker-chack, He’s off to work, Thunk thunk thunk, Off he goes, Grind, click, clack, His bike is gearing down,… Continue reading
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That Voice in my Head
Anxiety tells me to be scared, Anxiety tells me to be quiet, Anxiety tells me no one cares, Anxiety tells me I’m not worth it, Anxiety tells me to tremble and sweat, Anxiety tells me don’t make eye contact, Anxiety… Continue reading
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My Latest Read: in 2 Days
It’s been a while since I devoured a fantasy book. I feel like there are many that catch my eye these days but I often pick it up once and never again. And then there’s The Children of Blood and… Continue reading
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My First Haiku
Winter, they want me to write a haiku, Summer, I still don’t know how. Mini Rationale I think this was received as a ‘cop-out’ piece and I totally get that. The truth is, I had never written a Haiku… Continue reading
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I had to write a lot of Poetry
Poetry isn’t my strongest skill because I don’t understand how to refine them properly. Growing up, my idea was that the point of poetry was it to be raw and so I never did real editing. I might tweak things… Continue reading
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The Decade is Coming to a Close
My second year is officially over and in a few weeks, I will begin the last year of my degree. It has been a strangely calm (really not-really, will explain later) and fulfilling two years. It has been incredibly validating… Continue reading
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*Big Sigh* and a ‘Hmm’
I don’t know whether or not I want to be a writer any more. Point blank. I think I’ve been wondering this for a while but today it struck me as an honest thought. I’ve been less engaged in writing… Continue reading