Demonic poetry

So, I’ve done Ekphrastic poetry on my course. It’s about getting inspiration from a painting. I had previously thought that writing anything that goes alongside a painting is an easy way out of giving the reader concrete imagery. I tried it nevertheless and was not disappointed. My tutors opened my eyes to how a painting should r eally be enjoyed.…
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Writing the Grey

The one problem all of us humans have is putting things in categories of either “right” or “wrong.” You can see that on the internet especially, am I right? Go down to the comments section and it’s hell. Somehow it always ends up being an argument on religion or politics. It finds itself everywhere, even in the most obscure topics.…
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My love and hate for Open-Mic events

I attended one yesterday: the celebration of the spoken word. I had been to many before, where I felt welcome and where, ultimatley, I grew. Living with my boyfriend now, and going to the same university, I thought he’d enjoy an open-mic as well. He is a soul that appriciates art a lot. It ended up being a shame. There…
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Back to Leicester and its Literature

I have arrived back at De Montfort this week, and so I can finally delve back into appriciation of culture. The Everybody’s Reading Festival has started today and will carry on through the week, with many free sessions (and free books!) it’s a good stop for any book worm or (if you’re like me) a frugal fun seeker. Peter Flack…
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Precious Sea

Shells lay listening, letting the sea sing, and you, lay quiet too as sea foam rose and cuddled your feet.   My necklace clucked. Amber and shells; heart on hand to you. I swallowed salt and your soul was air.   Purity foam. It calmed shivers; turning them into a song. Still tingling your toes, as they too are precious…
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