Première fois. ‘I love first times. I want my whole life to be composed of them.’ Let another morning come, beginnings are a drug that can never keep giving. I inject its nectar into my eyes, sprouting fruits of inceptions, and dawns of introductions that stretch out into a horizon of the first light, on… Continue reading

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Weekly Poetry

So last week I missed my weekly poetry goal (*cries and begs for mercy* lol), so apologies for that. This week for my poetry class at Uni we had to write a poem based on the ideas or form used in one of Claire Trevien's poems for her collection 'Shipwrecked House'. I chose her poem… Continue reading Weekly Poetry