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Musings of a Material Girl

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Essays, poems and cut-short stories — personal writing kept separate from the commercial work on purpose. Newest first.

A cut-short story: The Virus

The virus washed across the world in its sixth tsunami. Or what was left of it. Flotsam and debris of ashes, syringes, human carcasses, fattened sleepy dogs, rotting crops,…

A cut-short story: The Virus
The negative space of 3D…

I think next i could explore mould making. It’s so exciting to spend days and nights making them, breaking them, remaking them, and then finding pouring concrete mix into them is…

The vice and versa of why Science is important for Art….
Essay 1: Retractable claws

It was an experimental prison program. For the most hardened criminals doing life. Labelled as the most dangerous of them, #201A, was given a rescue cat to take care of. #201A was…

Essay 1: Retractable claws
Essay 2: Retractable claws

It was an experimental prison program. For the most hardened criminals doing life. The most dangerous of them, #201A, was given a rescue cat to take care of. #201A was a bit of a…

Essay 2: Retractable claws
The vice and versa of why Science is important for Art….

To be mostly right without hours spent on googling specifics, it helps to understand the “how it works” of the medium first. Minimises experiments, failures. Maximises finding…

The vice and versa of why Science is important for Art….
poem: the sea shell

once or twice upon a time long long ago there was a sea shell. it was white when it wasn’t blue. and pink when it wasn’t either blue or white. and sometimes red too. it lived on…

poem: the sea shell
Essay 1: Visiting hours in a mental hospital

It was normal visiting hours at the mental hospital. It was 3 in the morning.

Essay 1: Visiting hours in a mental hospital
Essay 2: Visiting hours in a mental hospital

Visiting hours at a hospital. The time when the hospital decides external interference will cause minimum disruption in regular functioning. Visiting hours at a mental hospital?…

Essay 2: Visiting hours in a mental hospital
Essay 3: Visiting hours in a mental hospital

The bell rang. It was time. It was visiting hours at the mental hospital. She walked in. He was sitting there. Waiting for her. She never let him down. The thought never crossed…

Essay 3: Visiting hours in a mental hospital
Essay 4: Visiting hours in a mental hospital

He waited impatiently to meet her at a table in the mental hospital meeting hall. He gnawed at his knuckles as he waited. Something he did since he was a kid and something bad had…

Essay 4: Visiting hours in a mental hospital
Essay 5: Visiting hours in a mental hospital

It was visiting hours at the mental hospital. All the other cells would be empty for an hour. He sat in his cell, staring unblinkingly at the yellow light. Waiting. He had been…

Essay 5: Visiting hours in a mental hospital
Forever

And as he sank he saw his dogs swimming up to him. Tails wagging. He was dead already. So his lungs did not put up a fight any more. The will, the wish, the instincts were all…

Forever
Biological mother

She wasn’t pregnant. She was just kicked. In the stomach. Hard. The baby startled into being. And came flying out of her mouth. She gagged. And brought her teeth down on the cord.…

Biological Mother
poem: bacardi night

It’s the night The night of the bats It’s where the lights come on When it’s all over Bottled bats Beating their wings Inside hard glass It’s where the lights come on When it’s…

poem: bacardi night
poem: need vs want

needs are for the body wants are for the mind everything else you have learnt can safely be left behind needs keep you alive wants keep you going needs keep you healthy while…

poem: need vs want
poem: a sad young man

a sad young man in a shack on a beach was a noddin’ all wise an’ smokin’ while the world outside was lit with tube bulbs an’ everybody was laughin’ an’ jokin’ the sad young man…

poem: a sad young man
poem: The Kite

The day was clear, the sky was blue The breeze was blowing just right; In the midst of several others Was one big blue kite. It was simple, with no tassels or trails, Nor with…

poem: The Kite
poem: the little bird

some where some time some how a little bird was born. and wasn’t it amazing? that she should be born on that particular branch on that particular tree on that particular hill? i…

poem: the little bird
poem: panic attack

feeling blue out of the blue blue to black to red to pink. not a nice pink. the pink of a scalped head. head. no two sides to this coin.

poem: panic attack
poem: worse half

what consumes you whole what is the centre what is all, for nothing else matters, is your worse half. what is neither to your left nor to your right nor your top or down IS your…

poem: worse half
poem: love

they were so much in love they did not want to share tables with anyone. they were so much in love they did not want to hold hands which belonged to someone else. they were so…

poem: love
poem: TIRED

walking along with a road chained to my feet dunno where i’m going or what i will meet where am i going? hey this is all wrong can’t be going nowhere coz that road’s coming along…

poem: TIRED
poem: footsteps

walking along the seashore walking back again alone seeing my footsteps over and over again every day every year seeing how they go straight seeing sudden trips as the foot hits…

footsteps
poem: death of a loved one

death is a hurt like a relief of the pain of a thorn pulled out death is a purging a letting of blood except it hurts others more than it does the dead but that hurt is a relief…