meanderings of a mind
I write because when I write blood runs on to the page and forms rivulets that merge into an ocean. A sea – a jumble of words with all their twists, turns, curves and corners. Words that sit together comfortably like old grandmothers. Words that curl around each other, scaly like lizards’ tails. Words that [...]
What I call ‘Stream of Consciousness’, also known as ‘Automatic Writing’, is when you write non-stop for a given period of time. The idea is to literally write each idea as it comes into your head, not stopping to alter or control anything that comes onto the page. For me, the results are often extraordinary. [...]
The road full of fallen branches and stones. Bare skin of toes Pierced by jagged shards of wood and flint. Though the wind pried with its stiff fingers that clawed at my throat, threw my hair up to the sky, howled down the canals of my ears, I walked on. Steady purpose burning between my [...]
She waited. As one can only do when one is alone and quiet. Waited for a story to come, for the last shrill tear of the seagull’s call. Waited for the final shred of warmth from the autumn sun’s rays. In the silent, stirring, yearning depths of herself an unheard song like a hushed whisper [...]