Ramblings on Woolf
I think often of Woolf and the way we treated her. There is much to say about the Muse and its slipping existence from the creative world. How as time passed, creatives stopped placing their abilities on this phantom Muse, stopped attributing part of their successes and failures to this…
Caerule Excerpt
The trees around her extended into darkness, massive branches full of leaves spreading out in every direction, pelted by raindrops as they splattered across viridian fans. When she looked up, she saw a similar sight: trees curving into the black above, not even a speck of stars peering through the…
A Guide to the Perfect Cup of Tea
A guide to a perfect cup of tea The most important aspect of this is to wake up. You must not be sleeping when making your cup of tea, instead you need to rouse yourself from your bed and pull your tired body out from beneath the blankets that…
There Are Spiders In My Eyes
Sometimes there are spiders in my eyes. I see the black shapes skittering across my vision, prompting me to turn, ready to leap away from the foul creature before it got too close. But they aren’t there, they aren’t scurrying across the grey fabric of my hand-made couch. They aren’t…
Time to Go to Bed
Time to Go to Bed by Lauren Hemphill (quick morning warm-up) It’s time to go to bed. I hear the words in my head, Echoing, spiraling, devouring my dread— Or devoured by it? Who can tell, The lines are blurred, the ringing bell Of the match’s end sings loudly as…