Edald Hopfield

  • Dream-catcher

    I’ve been having dreams/nightmares about snakes. I see them, try to let them out or try keep them out and then they launch at me. Once I woke up flailing to get it off me and another time I tried… Continue reading

  • AT: The Unimpressive

    The Unimpressive “The rose is meticulous in its appearance, boasting with colour and love.” “The rose is pretty, even though it is shrivelling away.” “The rose commands your senses, it wants your attention.” “The rose is flayed, telling a tale… Continue reading

  • The Rocket-ship

    I’ve always wanted to go on a voyage. On one of those tall, long ships made from wood and hard labour. A rocket ship is kind of like a sea ship. Except that it’s made of steel and flies through… Continue reading

  • Eye Contact

    There was a moment they felt like they’d been stunned. The world seemed to hiccup, giving the feeling that time had hesitated a moment before resuming as normal. There was an explosion neither of them could completely comprehend. Not vicious… Continue reading

  • Food

    For breakfast, we had some cereal (if there was any) and maybe some buttered toast (if there was any left). Maybe there was something left over from the night before or some milk or juice to drink. Sometimes it was… Continue reading

  • AT: Portfolio Task #2

    | Task 2: A Character Sketch | She wasn’t sure what her real name was because sometimes it changed. People called her different things whenever she journeyed to a new house. She would ask for food in the same way… Continue reading

  • Dancing

    Her feet step over the stone, bare and at one with the floor, moving however she pleases and never being restricted by the room built around her. Her arms move as if she were a flower spinning in the breeze,… Continue reading

  • The Vessel

    I sometimes imagine a boat coming to my window to take me away. It sails on dreams and is lit with hope, set on a destination away from this house. It will be a ship so large it will awe… Continue reading

  • The Unrequited Love Poem

    His eyes are warm, his smile is a bit goofy but always charming, His laugh is gentle, his voice is soothing, Countless jokes, countless references, proof of a relationship of years, He has that glint in his eye of an… Continue reading

  • Outside the Window

    Outside the window there are thousands of things. There are trees, there’s the wind, there’s the moon and the stars and the animals and the airplanes and the streetlights. There’s cars lined against the side of the road, parked nicely… Continue reading