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You didn’t give up. Maybe this is the turning point for the hero of the story. Like a book that waxes, then wanes in your palms. The moment In which life demands something different of you: your patience, your trust in the nature of things, your will, like Sisyphus, to start again up the hill.…
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Each morning there is a wait; You can rely on the unpredictability of platforms, the underground poetry, the stonewall faces… One time someone approached me pointing at the train just gone and said ‘Was that the train to Ealing Broadway?’ But no, it was the one to Wimbledon. I wanted to tell them the train…
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I’m still haunted by the allure of your irises, Burning amber like fire around darker edges. Were you surprised when I escaped unscathed? Gathering the wax and feathers to rebuild my wings. Didn’t you know there are creatures born from flames? I’m still haunted by the allure of false promise, Burning amber like a warning…
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An inspired writing task discussing my thoughts and feelings from 5 minutes to midnight on New Year’s Eve and ending 5 minutes past midnight on New Year’s Day.
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When August brought about an unexpected event, it was reaffirmed that 2023 is just a strange year. At first I filled the kitchen with good food, fruits and vegetables and sweeter things that comfort me, knowing how important it would be to keep my body strong. After a couple of days I realised I had…
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I don’t remember the world without you It has faded like a dream, from which I woke up, and thought, Thank God it was only a dream.
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I am on the train back to London when I finish What Writers Read. The small book sits in my lap and I pick up my notebook immediately. Words are spilling out of me, flying across the page like they’ve danced themselves from the pen. Sometimes you just have to see where the music takes…
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My blog just turned six years old. For six years this blog has seen me write my heart out; write about anything I could think of just for practise; move homes; learn new skills; alter my view of the world; celebrate my love for books and of course, writing. Naturally there’s been a lot of…
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Drinking tea in the rain, The warmth of my breath disperses A glitter of dew on the morning lawn. Watch as Spring returns, The rising green unfolds like arms Ready to hold those who chase their dream.
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Hannah M. Clipston 