Hopfield is Writing

Poetry

  • The Letter Poem

    O That’s what we used to draw, O That’s what we used to write, O Young, awkward and very cheesy, O But that was our thing, O ‘Eternity’, ‘unbreakable’, ‘a full circle’, an initial meaning that we’ve forgotten, O But… Continue reading

  • She’s in my Head

    She has hair made from the night sky, Not a blinded city sky, A country night sky, The real night sky, It moves like the ocean, Maybe it is the water’s reflection of the night sky, A grand mirror of… Continue reading

  • Greeting

    Hello, I’m here, Brought by winds that dropped me every now and then, But I’m here, Covered in things that ooze and things that sparkle, But I’m here, Sad and a little confused and sheepish at my reflections, But I’m… Continue reading

  • Short Story and Poetry Prompts

    I have an issue when it comes to writing short stories if I’m not given an explicit theme. Having complete control over what I can do in the story is actually too much freedom, too much power. Because the problem… 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