Hopfield is Writing

Edald Hopfield

  • Floral Dress

    Brush strokes like fine petals layered upon one another. With a skirt that looked like a waterfall of vines. Continue reading

  • An Autumn Path

    There was a sheen on the autumn road from the midday showers, lighting up the path with the sun’s glory. It made the dying browns of the leaves and thriving greens of the grass seem to ignite and flash with… Continue reading

  • Coffee and Peanut Butter Cake

    Her skin was warm mocha, contrasting beautifully with her creamy, white hair. Her eyes were a pale-ish red, like ripening berries, sweetening as ideas grew in her head. Continue reading

  • Peonies, Hydrangea and Dahlia’s

    I found flowers one of the most fascinating things to look at in terms of clothing. I did this a lot when I was younger, around eleven, and was obsessed with making clothing out of flowers and so would draw… Continue reading

  • Better Homes and Gardens

    I was visiting relatives a few weeks ago and to avoid some of the conversations (political) I started reading the stack of magazines on the little side table beside the lounge I was sitting on. There were three Better Homes… Continue reading

  • I don’t know what this is either

    And there she is, rising with all her glory and peering through the veils of cloud. She watches carefully and swallows your eye. It’s like she’s calling. As if inviting you to climb the rugged edges of these clouds and… Continue reading

  • I don’t know what this is

    Like a soft moon-rise, with the clouds gently covering her face, giving mystery and grace, with the moon peeking out with the colours of a sunset. It’s cool and calm and the leaves whisper in rustles and the wind blows… Continue reading

  • My cat watches me with suspicion…

    My cat watches me with suspicion when she drinks. If I’m looking at her or moving about, she sits with her face close to the bowl but tilted in my direction, not drinking. Why is she so self-conscious about drinking?… Continue reading

  • Put it in my Pocket

    After a long time of having it on my list,  I’ve finally purchased The Elements of Style by William Strunk Jr. and E.B. White. It fits perfectly in my coat pocket and I’ve started to carry it around. Sometimes I forget… Continue reading

  • The Woman and her Boy

    “We’re jus’ headin’ north, aren’t we Charlie?” “Yeah. Up on our way ta Lorenston. Get away from the wars, y’know.” “You sound like you’re from southern Crellik,” the man remarked. “You must’ve come a long way.” “Yeah, well, there wasn’… Continue reading