Matthew Bruce's photography gives such a beautiful edge to otherwise mundane objects. Everyday items are brought to the spotlight so naturally you begin to wonder why you hadn't noticed them before. I find his pictures really relaxing to look over. In his latest zine, Matt was kind enough to publish some words of mine. I [...]
Another old note. Isn't it strange how past pieces of writing can transport you back to memories you would otherwise forget? I can remember exactly where and what my thought process was when this idea began to blossom. Even though I don't necessarily feel the same way now, it's nice to have something raw from [...]
We're oceans apart. Between us waves are breaking, And so is my heart. I wrote a version of this poem in a notebook two years ago, completely forgetting about it until I fell upon the same notebook a few weeks ago. When I saw it I was pleasantly surprised. I realised I could change the [...]
The following is the ending to a fictional story yet to be written. Any similarities to reality is coincidental. Over the brow of the horizon the sun was disappearing, sending piercing rays towards the two men. Jake felt the fabric of his tie, straightening it while his eyes were blinded. Beside him, Charlie turned his [...]
My throat had become dry of attempts at conversation. Even now I couldn't think of any new topic or question to try. I had to accept that Ayumi just wouldn't talk to me. Of course I found it difficult, after all we'd only known each other a couple of weeks, and usually people are at [...]
A list - can probably be applied to other streams of creativity too A DEFINITON OF WRITER'S BLOCK: FOR ME IT'S AN INTENSE HEADACHE AND A STOMACH FULL OF SHAKING FRUSTRATION. PUSHING FOR A THOUGHT TO APPEAR WHEN THERE'S NOTHING. LIKE PUTTING ONE HUNDRED PERCENT OF YOUR ENERGY INTO STANDING STILL. IT'S A FEELING WE [...]
The bar was empty but the words seemed to fill it almost suffocatingly, even bouncing from the gay wallpaper and hanging like a neon sign. Light projected in to make everything bright. Evan was sure his face were covered in shadows. A cold swept over him and made his skin rough as the wooden furnishing.