The life of a creative is comical, cathartic, and chronically chaotic. Oftentimes, I wonder whether there’s a way out of this kind of life. No two days are the same. Mondays are always novel—there is something to look forward to after slow Sunday afternoons, and there is little dread in the trepidation of thinking aboutContinue reading “Sink or Swim”
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Sleepless
Ever since returning home, there has been a strange quality to my nights. They’ve become longer despite daylight staying longer for the summer, and my mornings have been stolen by the sleepy concoctions of a different time zone. Yet, I would still like to be welcomed into the day by the morning sun once more.Continue reading “Sleepless”
Cold Fingers
I sat at my computer for the first time in a long time, wondering when I last had a moment just to myself. I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing the comfort of rest once more. In the middle of winter, I foolishly chose a yellow tee over a flannelette and allowed distractions to takeContinue reading “Cold Fingers”
Buck Full Moon
As I’m sat here in my flimsy foldable chair, Modestly under-dressed for a mildly chilly night, The moon clearly gleams and beams in the sky. Half of July has gone by, and yet, I am still thinking about last December; I witnessed the Geminids under a different full moon, And in a bout of personalContinue reading “Buck Full Moon”
Funny Fever Dreams and 1AM Night Skies
It’s not every day you get to turn funny fever-dream-filled conversations into little joyrides down to the waterside. I’m not even sure what came over me in the moments leading up to the absurd exchanges of lame wit and nonsensical trains of thought. Methinks I was trying really hard to avoid a low that hadContinue reading “Funny Fever Dreams and 1AM Night Skies”
Look Up At The Stars
Look up at the stars They’re like pieces of art Floating above the ground The air was cool and the night was dark, at least, away from where we found ourselves; away from the blinding lights of the gazebo decorated with warm fairy lights. Waiting for the last of us to arrive, we mused atContinue reading “Look Up At The Stars”
Shadows of the Night
Out of the corner of wary eyes, Any sudden movement Caught fearful glances, Making way for cautious footsteps And irrational apprehension. They kept in every urge to scream With every shadow that passed, Holding their breath tightly, Leaving each word Of meaningful conversation, To be halted by muffled gasps And small leaps to safer ground.
Golden Hour
There is a time when the night Calls for a little quiet so as Not to disturb your neighbour. My favourite people decided to Return home before the night falls further, And the night doesn’t quite Seem right without them. As we lie on the floor eyeing the ceiling, I think back to the hoursContinue reading “Golden Hour”
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