In which an artist is jealous of another artist, typically.
The other day I found a folder of all the stories I wrote as a kid, back when I hid my writing and was tremendously afraid anyone would find it … Perhaps with good reason. I felt a throwback post would be great. I will probably be posting more of these, as they bring me an absurd amount of joy. This beautiful tale was undoubtedly written after my first (and there were many, believe me) viewing of the Dreamworks movies Spirit: Stallion of the Cimmaron. I was 10-11 when I wrote this, and it is complete with colourful letters.
In which humans are just humans. I was going to label this as flash fiction, but I feel like it’s slightly too long. Continue reading “A Very Short Story: Human After All”
In which I write a poem with the word “fuck” in it. Continue reading “Poetry: Fixed”
In which I end a piece with a comma. Continue reading “Poetry: Anxious”
In which I write about my least-favourite place – the suburbs. I wrote this piece to the Dan Mangan song, “Rows of Houses”, off Oh Fortune, one of the best albums of all time. Continue reading “Music Writing – Rows of Houses”
There’s even a couple lines that rhyme. Continue reading “Poetry: “Go See the World””