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Wrestling with Words
I struggle with writing, but it’s all I want to do. The ideas I wish to explore, manifest at the most inopportune of times—in the shower, moments from falling asleep, inebriated by two glasses of wine. I wish I was one of those writers who can sit down in front of their notebook/computer/typewriter and just…
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Once I Started a Poem with…
Once, while dancing the dance with some form of intoxication, I started a poem with: “I tasted God in a peach”. And, now, semi-sober, I find the whole idea quite bemusing. The implication of not only touching God but of tasting them too, as if they could possibly be something my measly tastebuds could fathom,…
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Daily Writing Prompt #3
“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet” — Romeo and Juliet, Act II, Scene II Names are a funny thing—everyone’s got one. Most of us don’t even choose our own, yet we’re content with what we’ve been labelled. We even build entire personalities around…
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Daily Writing Prompt #2
When we actually think about labour, physical, mental and emotional all taken into consideration and treated with fair weighting, it’s usually just plain awful. And when I say labour, I mean real labour not that labour of love, hobby or personal interest kind. The type that forces you to be reliant on it for your…
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Daily Writing Prompt #1
I’ve never responded to one of WordPress’s daily writing prompts, but seeing this one I couldn’t help but come up with something. First let me introduce the lady of the hour, Lily. My rather large rescue cat of about 9 or 10 years old is quite the character. Over the years with a lot of…
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On Being Tired
Exhaustion is a hell of a feeling. One minute I’m resting quietly in bed, the next, my alarm is screaming in my ears, searching for a reprieve from its daily duty as an arbiter of restlessness. I woke up feeling exhausted today. And while the symptom is likely from me smoking too much pot last…
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