General
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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 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
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Up the Hill or Down the Hill
It’s been a while since I last posted and, of course, I haven’t finished most things I ‘set out to do’ since then. I’m at this weird point where my writing life is suffering but the rest of my life… Continue reading
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KWB211 – Portfolio 2 Prose
Louis looked down at the dead fox as if he were watching a line of ants. He crouched by it with his hands balled up in the pockets of his jumper as winter whispered through the trees. His breath came… Continue reading
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Writing Prompt: Foreclosure
When I was younger, I moved a lot, Home was not a house, not a place, not a single spot, But I wanted that room, that place I always knew, I wanted my own space, known by few, But that’s… Continue reading
Hopfield is Writing 