Category: Journal

  • Travel

    Travel

    A poem I wrote at a writing tea party in my journal: Old friend from far away I dream of travelling to you one day. A train fast moving through 1924, appears the only route to your door. An open window sends a breeze through my hair a country so beautiful I mindfully stare out…

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  • The Creature Within

    The Creature Within

    Frankenstein meets Adam Including special journal prompts for 2024 A story that starts with a celebration of life, the Genesis creation story in the Biblical account of Genesis takes a murky turn as a talking serpent and a juicy piece of fruit leads the two representatives of humankind (Adam and Eve) to desire the undesirable…

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  • Let’s get honest about FUN.

    Let’s get honest about FUN.

    When I heard of a book that was recommended as a book that would make me want to ‘squeeze and snuggle up to it, then put in a blender and drink it’* I didn’t quite know what to think, but I was curious. Perhaps fun was something I needed to be more curious about, and…

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  • Goodbye Anna, thank you Levin, sorry Karenin

    Goodbye Anna, thank you Levin, sorry Karenin

    Yesterday I finished reading Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina. For eight months I’ve picked up this book while waiting for trains, before setting off to work, after a hard day, and on lunch breaks. It wasn’t a light read, and nor was it a book to be rushed. I savoured moments in every chapter, and I’m sad…

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  • Blue Lobsters

    Blue Lobsters

    Whats more immersive than staring into the sky on a November evening when fireworks are popping seven different kinds of smoke

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  • Summer Senses

    Summer Senses

    Summer smells like cut grass, BBQs, lemon meringue pie and outdoor desserts like trifle and tiramisu. Summer sounds like seagulls screeching at 5am, as I lie awake and wonder what I did to deserve the seagull mother’s meeting to be arranged directly outside my window. Summer sounds like main road traffic whizzing past as I…

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