Category: Creative works
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Rooftop of Atitlan
Sitting on a deckchair on a roof. Memories of India. Tropical birds, chickens calling and the sound of manual labour. Intrigued by the detail of the potted mint plant leaves. Reckon I can smell them from here. That brush looks blue! Dogs barking. Shadows cast on banana leaves from other banana leaves. Grabbed scrunched up…
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A memory from another dimension
I was in the kitchen at my parent’s house. I looked over at my father who was also standing in the kitchen and we both chuckled. In that moment, it felt as if I was meeting him in a dream after not seeing him for a very long time, or as if we met each…
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The Vagina Stone
Once I was on the beach. It was a fairly cool summers day and my daughter and I were searching for pebbles that looked like eggs. One of the stones stood out and had the word ‘vagina’ written on it. It was amusing and I picked it up. Holding it, I could kind of imagine…
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Necklace, Rebirth, Care
I stood by the shore, in the afternoon sun, with my surfboard and wearing my wetsuit; ready to enter the warm waters of the West Coast of France. Recently, I had found a necklace that I wore when I was a child in India. It was a string necklace, with small beads. The pendant was…