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Haibun for existential dread
An attempt at a haibun that went in a completely different direction from what I expected.
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I didn't know how much I'd come to love you
It's completely unpolished, but the IP made me think of my mum, who can be an inspiration and a challenge, and I'm feeling nostalgic. It can be bittersweet to find myself growing closer to my parents and at the same time see them grow older, and live in a different country.
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Moving country in February
The streetlight casts rainbows on my window And our neighbour irritated me yesterday The daffodils, my soul's winter knights, pierce the grey Blades...
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The garden still sings you, the walls still cough you
This was my first ever submission to a literary magazine, and also my first ever rejection. I decided to share it here, untouched. The editor sent me...
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Waiting for Spring
Inspired by the Spring from Vivaldi's Four Season, one of the very first CDs I listened to as someone whose dad loves classical music. I still love it. The rest is current events. Picture is mine, created on Canva.
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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 Mon, 18 Mar 2024
I discovered the haibun form while doing research on the haiku for a poetry workshop. I read this article and fell in love. I want to use it more.
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So beautiful and so tragic
Posted on Fri, 15 Mar 2024
It's infuriating how many sparkly lives are snuffed out by this kind of violence every day. And it seems to always be the brightest stars who attract the darkest evils.
A beautiful tribute, nonetheless, so moving, and it's obvious how much...
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Thank you!
Posted on Mon, 11 Mar 2024
It does feel like that. It's been such a transition as I enter my mid-thirties from feeling kind of aggravated by her constant care to fully embracing her presence. I think learning to set firm boundaries and growing confident about being my own...
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This is beautiful
Posted on Mon, 26 Feb 2024
It feels sad and very concrete at the same time.
It made me think of my father. He is from the generation after WWII and his own father didn't fight in that specific one, because he was an invalid of the ill-conceived African campaigns of...
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Beautiful poem
Posted on Tue, 14 Feb 2023
Truly evocative of a special atmosphere. Thank you for transporting us with you to another place and time.
Read full commentPosted in For The Love Of Village Life
I love this story!
Posted on Fri, 16 Dec 2022
Thank you for sharing this anecdote, Rhiannon! Yes, quinces are very sneaky in that regard. They can look perfectly fine on the outside and have a lot of brown inside. When the brown comes to the surface, it's normally too late. It's a lot of...
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Beautiful images
Posted on Mon, 12 Dec 2022
I could see the snowy hills and feel the crispy air, then the cosiness of coming home after being in the cold. Wonderful sensation beautifully captured!
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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...
Read full commentPosted in War makes insomniacs and bad poetry
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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