Click, tap, flip, rustle Brains whirring into high gear ~~~ Sneeze, scribble, sniff, shuffle Equal parts determination and fear ~~~ Creak, cough, squeak, bustle Testing sounds are all you hear Author's Note: Written 2/8/22 and inspired by the sounds during an exam. Each and every sound occurred multiple times during that exam I invigilated, and …
https://youtu.be/t7MBzMP4OzY I was introduced to the song Hitchcock by my sister, who walked into my room one night recently (25/7) and said she wanted to play a song for me. She's is in a season of having to make decisions about college and her future, and shared that she felt a deep connection to the …
Tears drip from the clouds Pattering on windshield glass Headlights beam through rain ~~~~~ Driving under roof Sudden silence, stillness spreads Wipers stop to rest Author's Note: This pair of haikus was written one rainy morning, inspired by the change in sound when driving out of the rain into the parking garage. (29/7/22)
"Not here. Not here!" ~~~ I'm not a particularly adept navigator. When I was preparing to fly off the the USA with my childhood friend Josh for our university studies, our families' main concern was that we would get lost in the airports on the way. The phrase "blind leading the blind" was tossed around …
Standing tall and thin Casting light down either side Of the silent street ~~~ Author's Note: Written while driving to work on a rainy and gloomy day. (29/7/22)
Avatar: The Last Airbender is culturally iconic. Even though I barely watched any of the animated series as a child, I was exposed to enough of the show to understand the basic premise: people bending the elements to their will. I was fascinated with the idea of being able to manipulate the ingredients of the …
A river of tar and asphalt Its dominance over nature only grows Dictating its domain with iron flanks Subduing greenery to line its banks ~~~ A river of tar and asphalt Paving a path for endless tire treads Flooding the ground with stony black Yet life pushes on through every crack Author's Note: Written while …
It was a cold and clear morning - perfect weather for fishing. Plato sleepily rubbed his flippers over his face as he waddled over the slick ice. Soft rays of sunlight shone off the bare patches of ice, and Plato squinted to keep the light out of his eyes. Moving slowly, he headed for the …
Mountainous billows of white cross the sky Lit by the soft beams of pale honey light Silver flags, raised upon cotton walls, fly Gleaming and gilded, a joy to one's sight
1. I found a place to write. It's a black metal bench next to the front door of my house, looking out to the colourful little garden my dad tends to. This past week, I taught some of my students about the usefulness of having a regular study space and how that can improve your …
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