Tag Archives: Creative Writing

Poem: Swans

Swans (after Lawrence Durrell, kind of) when news headlines scream bloodbaths and terror threats when people grow fearful and cancel holiday plans when armed guards patrol every threshold when social media trends augur #WW3 the only thing left to do … Continue reading

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There’s Always Some Sort of Blues Playing in the Streets of Big Cities

Sometimes poetry is the only thing that can set you free. I live and breathe literature. I can’t even remember the exact moment I first decided I wanted to become a writer, but it was around the time I learnt … Continue reading

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