The Dreaming Tree

This post is going to be a lot shorter than normal, hence the nature of a mini book review. It's not that I don't have enough to say about this book...it's more that I have TOO MUCH to say about this book, and all my points are predominantly focused on my personal research. So, I'm …

That feeling of being ‘trapped’…

Every so often, maybe even more often than not, you start to feel as though your writing capacity has dried up. You have no drive to fill the blank page and no imagination to feel inspired by. Being in the wrong head space when you’re trying to write is like trying to hit a nail …

To Newquay

At the beginning of the month - fresh from the stress of end of year exams and assignments - I packed up a small suitcase and set off down to Cornwall with my gals from uni. Our trip started on Friday, 6:45 am sharp (although, two of us had been awake since 4 am) at …

A Morning Walk

The sun only lights up One small section Of the sea; A triangular shimmer A segment A reflection on rough waves - Cold skin. A crow swoops down, It's flight lightly lilted By the morning wind, uncovering Gaps in the thread-work of black wings; Naked flesh against sleek, Dark, Ruffled, Trampish, Beaten Feathers. Laura Marie …

You, Through a Blurred Lens

It takes me a moment to notice as You flutter into vision, Like a little leaf - green and vibrant, Falling from a branch's tight grasp. Your decision. The determination in your fight For freedom, is what caught my attention. You didn't care about the fall, Just so long as it was on your terms. …

‘Easy’

She wants to peel of her skin, as you would peel the flesh of an orange. Let it fall away and start from the beginning with the new 'her' underneath. The pain is gripping, final, but it's never inescapable; one day easy to leave behind, someday easy to forget. -depression and the body   Laura Marie …

Heartbreak Rose

The bulb sat in the centre of her hand, dry and yellow, like the pages of an hundred year old book. It was lighter than she expected it to be, as though all its weight had left its body, just as its vitality had. It didn't smell the same either. The delicate, sweet aroma had …

Seeing

A Sonnet on Seeing The water droplets smear the glass. Acne, a rash, silver-white heads with black eyes, all dotted, clustered over glass eyes, obscuring, blurring, confusing the scenery and the sky. They trail down, bumping, pushing, sometimes teaming up for this race of gravity, leaving behind their snail trails, like wet sleep over your …

So let’s talk about last night…

The last night of 2016...the night in which I'm doing my very best to just forget. There's something really cathartic about starting a new year- we all take part in this ritualistic last night of the year, as though it has the power to cleanse us, fix our mistakes, leave every negative, niggly thing behind …

It’s been a while…

So I started Uni...I think that's enough explanation for my sudden disappearance. Being an English Literature AND Creative Writing student is hard. It's demanding, time consuming, tiring, but I love it, and that's why I've been focusing solely on my reading, writing, and assignments these past three months. But I've recently found a bit of …