This short story is based on my own dog’s past. I lie here on a threadbare rug. Far upstairs, faint shrieks and giggles resonate in my ears. The smell of roasting potatoes from the warm kitchen fills my nostrils. I drool in anticipation. But I have already learnt that that food is seldom for me.Continue reading “To be loved”
This story excerpt is based on rural America and the people that live there. The rains are coming. I am certain of it. I imagine I can hear the distant rumble of grey storm clouds on the horizon, and the pitter-patter of water drumming on the corrugated iron roof. It’s still pitch-black outside, so there’sContinue reading “The rains are coming”
This poem is based on my time spent in Portugal during the summer holidays. Portugal is the sea- Powerful waves pounding the sand and salty Atlantic spray, Winding beaches and wooden jetties and hidden coves tucked in the bay. But where the forest meets the ocean- Sweet wild blackberries melt in your mouth, warm fromContinue reading “Portugal is”
This poem is based on my experiences of growing up in Dubai. Growing up in Dubai means Growing up amongst sky-scraping towers and screeching tyres Men in flashy sports cars and women in floaty abayas. Billboards and lights compete to catch your eye- A bright sun climbs higher in the sky.
This piece is actually based on an author I heard interviewed and my experience hearing her talk. Her warm, rich voice fills the space, echoing, so tangible I felt as though I could reach out and grab it. She sits on the chair, facing the audience, the glaring hot floodlights illuminating her animated face. HerContinue reading “The speaker”
Summer is one of my favourite seasons, so I made this short and sweet poem for you to feel the summer vibes! Creamy ices, fresh breeze, Melon slices, crystal seas. White sand, summer sun, Beach picnics, the fun’s begun.
This poem is to showcase the beauty and freedom of the desert. ~opalescent sky, willowy clouds, ~dazzling sun, windswept land. ~Rippled dunes, ancient sands, ~Wise old trees, animal tracks.
This poem is based on an actual memory and a very special one. I remember one golden summer’s day, deep in the rich colours and blooms of May. Me and my grandmother sat by the shore, watching the waves roll in, roll out, roll in, roll out. She lifted her arms like she was tryingContinue reading “One golden summer’s day”
This poem is dedicated to the beauty and serenity that music brings to me. ~Music brings me joy, simple joy that washes over me and takes me to a quiet place in my mind where all that exists is me and myself. ~Music can whisk me away to another planet where everything goes by myContinue reading “The simple joys of music”
This description is all about the nerves that you can feel when singing and how to move on after a failure. Carlotta pressed her sticky, sweaty palms against the lace of her clingy black dress that seemed to stick to her like a second skin. Her feet, stuffed in her ridiculously tall stilettos so thatContinue reading “The singer’s downfall”