Most writers I know have an addiction to something (coffee, Twitter, buying books, stationary). I have been collecting notebooks for years and years, and recently I have started to make my own. I really enjoy crafting my own supplies. I feel like it gives me a certain kind of creative independence, and it allows meContinue reading “All About My Writer’s Notebook”
Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash Most recordings and accounts of our lives are now being distributed online. ‘Science and culture in the 21st century are born digital; today’s Einsteins, Rembrandts, and Bachs create and record their works on digital devices.’ (1) We are archiving our lives in real-time, probably without even realising it.Continue reading “The Value of Personal Archives”
Snow Fell On the Day I Was Born On a cold December morning, a woman gave birth to her firstborn. She was full of love and excitement, and she held her daughter against her bare chest. The child was small, hot skin against her own, and cried out in the night from the adjacent cotContinue reading “A Day In the Sun”
My teeth are the resting place of a hodgepodged smile. I press my fingertips into my mouth, to feel them. My fingernails are searching for a shred of my voice that might be stuck between my teeth. Instead, I find seeds of doubt sticking to my molars, and this poem hiding under my tongue.
Over the years, coffee has proven itself as one of the most reliable companions to fiction. This has been documented in many instances. There is a brilliant poem by Richard Brautigan from Revenge of the Lawn. It starts as follows: ‘Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.’ IContinue reading “Coffee and Literature Have a Lot More in Common Than You Think”