For a while, I think I’ve been a little lost. Maybe I’ve been a little too immersed in the wonders and tragedies of the world. Getting lost in nature becomes harder as urbanisation happens in the outer parts of Sydney – not that I mind, because I really enjoyed walking around the city at nightContinue reading “Lost in the Crowd”
Author Archives: Jaimee
Natto
Out of the corner of my eye, You rushed in Like an eccentric, oddly Reflecting little of your truths. And so, in front of me Was a bowl of acquired taste, So s t i c k y and soft, So strange and prickly On my taste buds; It wasn’t unpleasant. A new experience forContinue reading “Natto”
Gratitude
Have you had a song written about you? Someone has, in fact, written a song for me and it just so happens that they are an excellent composer and thoughtful sound designer. I never understood why musicians were so sought after, but I totally get it now. To know someone thought of you and putContinue reading “Gratitude”
Just say Yessnock
I have recently found the time away from responsibilities to sit down and enjoy the memories I’ve made, looking to old photos and videos of times that were far from the loneliness of isolation. I was a child who did (and still does) not like candid photos being taken – not the kind of candidContinue reading “Just say Yessnock”
To the boy I had loved before
I hope this letter finds you well. I don’t mean to open old wounds, and I’m not sure whether this is appropriate. I feel like the conversation we had on the train ride home was somewhat cut short and I was happy to leave it there, but maybe it was because I buried it underContinue reading “To the boy I had loved before”
I Can Fly
On sunny days we run around our garden Chasing butterflies near the flowers, Because we want to do that too – We want to be free and fly. So when I sit on the swing, I call for my mum – She pushes me like a strong wind So I can fly very high inContinue reading “I Can Fly”
Piggybank
Every day my dad comes home from work I give him a big tight hug, He hugs me back with a smile, And pulls out change from his pocket. He tells me to put it in my piggy bank, But sometimes I’m allowed to spend money On snacks at the school canteen Because he spoilsContinue reading “Piggybank”
Chicken and Corn Soup
When my head gets hot, And my voice won’t come out, And I can’t get out of bed, My mum makes me chicken and corn soup. It’s like a magical potion That’s not like yucky medicine; It’s yummy and soothes my throat, And makes my days in bed a little better.
Summer to Spring
Summer The future bass sound Is a complication in my story Of increasing tempo and leaps of faith In meeting a crossroad. Autumn The death of a heated day, The plum drops and voices stop, They tell you it’s the end So hide your happiness and blend in. Winter Scarves and coats line the fragileContinue reading “Summer to Spring”
The Nighttime
My bed is full of stuffed toys; Lots of cute faces and squishy bodies, That keep me safe at night From the monsters under my bed. Sometimes scary things creep up in the dark, But I know I am safe Because they are right beside me, And I know I am not alone.
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