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StoryI didn't know how much I'd come to love you Magnolia Fay72 months 4 days ago
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StoryIs this what you wanted for Valentine's Day? Magnolia Fay31 year 3 months ago
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StoryI chose to bathe in light Magnolia Fay101 year 3 months ago
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A walk in my new neighbourhood

I am sliding in love With this--dare I call it--home This cosy bundle of streets Unravelling for me to explore These buttercream houses Primly...
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Haibun for existential dread

An attempt at a haibun that went in a completely different direction from what I expected.
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Poem of the week

I didn't know how much I'd come to love you

It's completely unpolished, but the IP made me think of my mum, who can be an inspiration and a challenge, and I'm feeling nostalgic. It can be bittersweet to find myself growing closer to my parents and at the same time see them grow older, and live in a different country.
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Moving country in February

The streetlight casts rainbows on my window And our neighbour irritated me yesterday The daffodils, my soul's winter knights, pierce the grey Blades...
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The garden still sings you, the walls still cough you

This was my first ever submission to a literary magazine, and also my first ever rejection. I decided to share it here, untouched. The editor sent me...

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11 of my comments have received 14 Great Feedback votes

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This is so powerful

Posted on Mon, 14 Mar 2022

I completely feel that sense of not belonging you describe. It's like we feel it regardless. We feel it when we live in our own curated, urban communities, and long for a simpler, slower life, more connected to nature. And when in nature, we want...

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Posted in This Cannot Be Our Home

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Love the buildup of anticipation!

Posted on Mon, 29 Apr 2024

How the reader reads through this illustrious list wondering what will be at the end. We end up with a still life that is both a lot less still (because of the electric energy) and a lot less life (because it's not life-sustaining food, but...

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Posted in STILL LIFE

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Thank you!

Posted on Mon, 18 Mar 2024

I discovered the haibun form while doing research on the haiku for a poetry workshop. I read this article and fell in love. I want to use it more. 

https...

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Posted in Haibun for existential dread

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So beautiful and so tragic

Posted on Fri, 15 Mar 2024

It's infuriating how many sparkly lives are snuffed out by this kind of violence every day. And it seems to always be the brightest stars who attract the darkest evils.

A beautiful tribute, nonetheless, so moving, and it's obvious how much...

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Posted in Sparkly Little Paula

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Thank you!

Posted on Mon, 11 Mar 2024

It does feel like that. It's been such a transition as I enter my mid-thirties from feeling kind of aggravated by her constant care to fully embracing her presence. I think learning to set firm boundaries and growing confident about being my own...

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This is beautiful

Posted on Mon, 26 Feb 2024

It feels sad and very concrete at the same time.

It made me think of my father. He is from the generation after WWII and his own father didn't fight in that specific one, because he was an invalid of the ill-conceived African campaigns of...

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Posted in Muscle memory

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Beautiful poem

Posted on Tue, 14 Feb 2023

Truly evocative of a special atmosphere. Thank you for transporting us with you to another place and time. 

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Posted in For The Love Of Village Life

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I love this story!

Posted on Fri, 16 Dec 2022

Thank you for sharing this anecdote, Rhiannon! Yes, quinces are very sneaky in that regard. They can look perfectly fine on the outside and have a lot of brown inside. When the brown comes to the surface, it's normally too late. It's a lot of...

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Posted in Rotting love

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Beautiful images

Posted on Mon, 12 Dec 2022

I could see the snowy hills and feel the crispy air, then the cosiness of coming home after being in the cold. Wonderful sensation beautifully captured! 

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Posted in Walk In December Snow

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Thank you!

Posted on Thu, 10 Mar 2022

Yes, the helplessness, the guilt of the privileged in a way, and a bit of fear as well are all feelings that I was definitely experiencing whilst writing. I've taken a bit of the break from the news since last week, but even that makes me feel a...

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