I remember my dream in which I would fly with blue wings attached to my back and watching a day pass by from the edge of a cloud. I remember the projection of a news channel on the wall in class showing the collapse of the first Twin Tower. As I stepped out into my… Continue reading I REMEMBER
Tag: Prose
Writing and Mental Health
On the 16th of March, Gwyneth Lewis (a Welsh poet) gave a talk on Writing on Mental Health at my university. I was interested because I’m a writer and I have struggled with depression myself. I wanted to know more about the relation between writing and mental health and one of the first points that… Continue reading Writing and Mental Health
Sausage and Mash
Grace entered her girlfriend’s apartment with the spare key that she was given months ago. It had a little wooden sheep attached to the keychain with the words ‘Love ewe’. They bought one for each other during their first trip together in Inverness. The white fur of the sheep had now turned into a brownish… Continue reading Sausage and Mash
To darkness
Wide open eyes look up, around, anywhere. At him and at her. They’re wondering. I am wondering, have been and always will except.. It’s not big eyes that you will see. In fact, it is not me at all who you will see. Not ever; for this society has forced her to hide and left… Continue reading To darkness