For what little my voice counts, allow me to be clear: Black Lives Matter.
How is it things are so peaceful and beautiful, for such a harrowing reason?
“My word of the year should be Exploration! I want this year to be about going out and discovering new things!”
Ha. Maybe not.
Writing my Master’s thesis taught me a lot about myself and how I like to work.
It was back in a year that, now, very much feels like The Before-Time. In reality, it was The Time. 2016, the Worst Year Ever. Not that the years since have been particularly better, but we lost a lot of beloved individuals in 2016 – probably just leaving early to avoid the rush, really. Anyway. […]
It’s bizarre to be nostalgic for the days of MySpace and Geocities, where everything was neon or black, and pages auto-played midi music.
I have a 365 day poem book, and I don’t really use it much. I get this idea at the beginning of every year that I’m going to write a poem draft every day, and I get up to maybe day four and never touch it again.
This year is different. All years are different. I didn’t always think about it this way. This is new, and I think it’s connected to the postgraduate life. I’ve stopped thinking of things as ongoing and endless and started thinking of things as discrete projects or units of time in which I can direct my […]
It’s been a few years now. A few years of not finishing, of wondering what was different.
This is a requiem.
It was, as is so often the case, the cover that caught my eye. I was in Unity Books, browsing the stacks for a bit of contemporary something or other. Something a little bit femme fatale suited my mood. View this post on Instagram A post shared by @prosateuse on Sep […]