Writing
-
I am That Woman
I am That Woman. I’m at a market with my sister I pick up a necklace With Frida Kahlo’s face on it. I put it back on the display wrong My sister turns to me, smiling, and asks: “What are you doing?” “Destroying the joint,” I reply, “I’ve been warned about women like you,” She…
-
Homecoming Blues
Is there such a thing as post-travel blues? Because I’m pretty sure I have them. I’ve been back for exactly a week now and I still feel pretty lost and untethered. My trip was, at least in part, a celebration of the end of my second degree; a first step towards a new phase in…
-
Goodbye to the Fringe
It’s my last day at the fringe*, I’m leaving early tomorrow and I feel a lot of things. I admit a fair whack of what I feel is tired, I didn’t get home till nearly 4am last night after the Crap Music Rave Party, but there are other feelings too. I think if Tomas Ford…
-
Self-indulgent café poem
I thought it would be best to give this post a title which describes the content. But first, a little bit of a run down of my Edinburgh Fringe Festival experience now that I’m more than half way through. I have written down the name of every show I’ve seen so far along with how…
-
Shouting into the void
On Wednesday night, for the first time, I realised that I’m not shouting into a void. I’ve been doing this blog since November 2011. That’s almost four years now, and while I’ve been a bit sporadic at times, I feel like I’ve kept the flow of material coming that whole time. I’m obsessed with watching…
-
Poetry Group V2.0
Recently I started attending a new poetry writers’ workshop type thing…
-
Don’t dream it’s over…
Sorry, I know that’s not my line, but it seemed appropriate. Just a small update post, I feel like that’s all I’ve been doing lately, but maybe I’ll get inspired to do some more substantive posts soon. 1: Poetry I recently attended a new poetry workshop/group in Melbourne’s CBD. This group is organised by a…
-
I promise I will read them all…
Or at least start them all. Honest! I’ve just finished a three week seminar series at Kew Library on Romance Writing run by Anne Gracie (see the end), and I may have accidentally bought a book (which she signed, so that’s cool right?). I have so many books in the ‘to read’ pile, added to steadily…
-
Crush
I can raise sixty kilos above me Five times, but cannot raze your weight From my chest. xxxxxxxxxxxxxx Heavy, turgid – an Imaginary version of you I cling to like a child desperate To be loved. xxx xxxxxxxxxxx No more tears Will I cry for you. You’re destroying This, whatever it might have been By being an…
-
Have you ever?
Have you ever worried that you’re actually boring? That you’re actually exactly the same as everyone else, and everything you think makes you special is bullshit? Have you ever thought that being different isn’t good? Have you ever just wanted to be like everyone else and fit in and be liked and get up and…
Fleur Blüm 