by Brooklyn | 19 Aug, 2021 | Reflection
Cutting her off at the knees, I snap the straw-like spine of her lithe body. Her feet are still planted in the ground, toes digging deep in a lasting act of defiance. Holding the thin torso, I swirl the massacred top half, head bowing delicately between my fingers....
by Brooklyn | 20 Jun, 2021 | Reflection
I have always been one of those nerds who has kept a diary, on and off, at various stages of my life. I have always been a writer and memories are important to me. It started with the paper. My Nanna gifted me this beautiful correspondence box. It was 20 sheets...
by Brooklyn | 14 Jun, 2021 | Inspiration
Have you ever been haunted? Well, have you? For me, it’s usually an object that resonates with me. It sticks in my brain and I have the equivalent feelings of ‘buyer’s guilt’ for NOT taking it home with me. The regret is tangible. Special...
by Brooklyn | 4 Jun, 2021 | Reflection
As an aspiring writer, my Dad always used to tell me to ‘word good.’ Well, I suppose that would be a solid start! He also used to tell me to ‘kick a goal’ (when playing netball), and that I was a ‘good boy’ (insert eye roll). I...
