This portfolio displays a range of writing, from news and blog articles to short stories and poetry (mostly poems tbh).
Blog Article – When I first told people I bought a surfboard no one asked me why I decided to start surfing. I’m actually glad they didn’t because I’m not sure I would’ve known how to respond. But I think I have an answer now.
Poem: I took your memory for a drive / it sat in the back this time / the street lights felt like end credits
Poem : I returned/ full of little cuts on my body / somehow they felt / more than superficial.
Poem: I always forget / the way this pen always leaks / I always forget / how it stains my skin for days
Poem: We talked about openess / and taking trips to the Maldives
Poem: Most nights I wonder / what happens in the end / fading black like the sky after 6 …
Poem: She looked down the edge / thought how easy, harmless / like leaning in / when the music is too loud / for lips to meet.
Poem: We took the first drag / like a thief shouldering a bag / you wanted this to be better / I said stay
Poem: State lines get blurry / time changes and missed calls
Poem: I just keep pretending / passing cars in the night / are crashing waves on the shore
Short Story – A pounding outside jolts Emma awake. She shoot up on the bed, arm swings protectively onto the empty side of the bed.
Blog Article – On the 10th of June, two friends and I went on a little adventure. We went into the Valley to an art gallery at Greaser.
Short story – The ocean was a deep blue that mirrored the steady outline of the cruise ship as it sailed away into the warm orange colour of the sky.
Short Story – Killing is not something done easily. For a lot of people at least. But for me, it’s become as easy as breathing.
Collection of Poems
Poem: I told myself / with the sun’s final melody / that the dark liquid in the chipped ceramic
Poem: Climb a hill / with a broken leg / throwing happiness around / though it breaks my arms
Short Story – There’s nothing like sitting on the white rug in the middle of the living room and yet, I’m hiding underneath the couch. Follow My Blog
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