Magnolia Fay

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StoryI'll admit I'm a person who needs more friends Magnolia Fay31 month 2 days ago
StoryCome meet the women of my land Magnolia Fay223 months 3 weeks ago
StoryHiding under a plane seat Magnolia Fay23 months 3 weeks ago
CollectionReflections Magnolia Fay03 months 3 weeks ago
StoryCiao nonna Magnolia Fay154 months 1 week ago
StoryWar makes insomniacs and bad poetry Magnolia Fay104 months 2 weeks ago
StoryThis Cannot Be Our Home Jane Hyphen204 months 3 weeks ago
StoryChanging spine Magnolia Fay04 months 3 weeks ago
StoryPunctured day Magnolia Fay05 months 3 days ago
StoryStop the walk Magnolia Fay25 months 1 week ago
StoryDoing yoga in my living room Magnolia Fay45 months 2 weeks ago
CollectionPoetry Magnolia Fay05 months 2 weeks ago

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I'll admit I'm a person who needs more friends

It has come to my attention that I am suffering from a lack of friendships. This feeling grew inside me as I was folding small squares of paper into...
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Hiding under a plane seat

This is almost public journaling. Sometimes exposing the more unsavoury contents of my brain in public helps me fight the parts of me who'd rather hide it. Kind of like flashing people, but with my brain. Also (I hope) not in a gross way. It is an exercise in acceptance. I have anxiety. I am afraid of flying and stressed by many little things. And I won't make it harder for myself by being ashamed. Not anymore.
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Ciao nonna

My grandma passed away last Friday. She was 99 and died peacefully in her bed after withering away slowly for the past two or three years. She had survived herself, and there was relief that she was free at last. However, we all feel older, lonelier, more vulnerable now. This, however tiny, is for her. And for my dad.
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Changing spine

Family issues sometimes can inspire the weirdest images.
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Punctured day

I wrote this poem a couple of weeks ago during one of my blah days. Today I thought I'd share it: it is another blah day. Also, another day when the fact that my hair is clean and going swish is one of my few joys.
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3 of my comments have received 5 Great Feedback votes

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This is so powerful

Posted on Mon, 14 Mar 2022

I completely feel that sense of not belonging you describe. It's like we feel it regardless. We feel it when we live in our own curated, urban communities, and long for a simpler, slower life, more connected to nature. And when in nature, we want...

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Thank you!

Posted on Thu, 10 Mar 2022

Yes, the helplessness, the guilt of the privileged in a way, and a bit of fear as well are all feelings that I was definitely experiencing whilst writing. I've taken a bit of the break from the news since last week, but even that makes me feel a...

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Posted in War makes insomniacs and bad poetry

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It’s funny that you say this…

Posted on Tue, 01 Mar 2022

I am actually in the process of recording and publishing readings of my pieces on this newsletter I said. And this was the very first piece I published a reading of.  ...

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