a dictionary of spectral curiosities
Today I wrote in transit, inspired by the act of travelling, and by the wonderful book I am reading, The Icarus Girl, by one of my newly favourite authors, Helen Oyeyemi. It is a poem not about loneliness, for once, but about – Solitude People wash over me like waves, another landscape flowing by a window …
I'm lucky enough to have been travelling a lot these past few days, and this plus a lack of access to the internet has meant that I have somewhat fallen behind on the NaPoWriMo challenge. Well, today I am catching up and repaying my three-poem debt! For day 12, I wrote about an unimportant detail …
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Where I come from, people would use the expression (literally translated as) "sun with teeth" to refer to sunny, yet freezing cold weather, such as one might experience in winter. Today's poem speaks of one such day, following the prompt for day 10 of NaPoWriMo. Toothed Sun The sun is baring his teeth today, my …
For day 9 of NaPoWriMo, the suggestion was to write a poem inspired by one of the lists in Sei Shounagon's Pillow Book. Things That Hide Under Your Bed Stray socks, uncharted hills of dust, spiders waiting to clear away the spoils of Sunday breakfasts, lost pen caps, found trinkets, temptations never acted on, a spare …
After a few days of exhaustion, and feeling like I'm just barely pulling through with the NaPoWriMo challenges, I'm finally getting some of that mojo back! For day 8, the prompt called that we write a poem making use of some specialist jargon, and I went all out! My sardonic researcher persona came through, and …
The second week of NaPoWriMo is almost upon us, and here I am, trying really hard to hold on! For day 7, the prompt was to write a poem about what we would give to ourselves or others, and that just meant another whimsical piece for me. Wish List An old house in a quiet …
Today's prompt was to write a poem of possibilities, and, feeling rather whimsical tonight, I decided to do one about – A Tarot Reading Temperance – holding the scales, she tells of balance yet to be achieved, because the Queen of Swords now holds the stage, eyes shooting daggers. The Sun is out of her …
Today I have found it particularly difficult to gather my thoughts into a poem, but somehow I've done it. The prompt for day 4 was to write a sad poem in simple words, and maybe use a sonnet structure in the process. One-sided Conversation I was on the bus when I saw your email. You …
This is a short and (for me) experimental piece, mixing fiction and non-fiction. I haven't written much creatively in a long while, and this baby just wanted out, so here I am, unleashing it upon the world. Constructive feedback and thoughts are always appreciated. (Full piece after the cut!) ¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬ There are days when the …
The Pyromaniac and the Salamander You burn me. They say if you die in flames, your shadow burns with you and so you may not enter heaven. I am heaven. I burn you because I am incandescent, in me you have your greatest wishes fulfilled. Desire scorches but it does not crease the soul. You …
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