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AGE: 26
LOC: United States
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: October 21

I am 26 years old and just graduated from a masters in Educational Theatre at NYU. Originally from the UK, I am enjoying New York City for its energy, warmth and creativity.

It’s a very exciting time, full of crazy new people, smells, sights and experiences. Things are happening every moment that move and touch me to the
extent that I am so overwhelmed by it all.

I have been writing for what seems like a lifetime and most of it to be honest is sentimental, rubbish drivel but I like to think that once in a while I am capable of producing something worthwhile. And when I do, I will pass it your way!

I have mainly posted my poetry on Urbis. A very small selection of all the crap I have ever written.

I like to write in the ea…

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Poetry / Chicken
Version 1
3 Reviews   6 Comments
I prepare the chicken for dinner. The flesh lays still in my hands as I yield the knife Taking my time to decide whether to slice delicately Or stab viciously. In my head I can hear it begging for mercy Pleading with me to spare its life. I hesitate, forgetting that this pound of meat is already dead. This is how I imagine I would look if you took off all my skin and muscles. If I were stripped to a level of sincere honesty. Devoid of all that is associated with life, My blood, that red liqu...
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Poetry / Necklace
Version 1
3 Reviews   3 Comments
A gift that you gave me, a label. My ethnicity around my neck. Foreign characters set together in the most precious of metals. The embodiment of your cultural wealth, a stamp. The assertion of my otherness. Resting on my skin its meaning silently seeps into my British blood, carrying our history towards my heart.  
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Poetry / Grad school
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The lights of Manhattan move me. From here they seem a million miles away- so out of reach. It’s as if angels illuminate the skyscrapers and beckon me towards my destiny. A flicker, a switch on and off, and my courage wavers, the fear of failure overwhelming. The city, an ancient set of scales- measuring my potential against its opportunities. Slyly demonstrating the power it holds in its hands. The constellations cry out words of encouragement that I know are really my own. Thus, wi...
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Poetry / Brooklyn Bridge
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No man’s land. Caught between two boroughs, two separate entities separated by one colossal structure. Twisted iron and metal screeches out in the wind. Rocking gently, soothing my transition from one world to another. Manhattan, my new love, I leave you behind and boldly cross the threshold. Forward steps tentatively taken towards new experiences. Or, maybe, I’ll just stop here for a minute In limbo. Embrace the liminality of my position. Not belonging and not choosing to progre...
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Poetry / I was four
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I was four, so unaware of the many mini “tragedies” that would fill my journal over the next fifteen years. Unaware of the way the boy I had just beaten in a childish wrestling match would grow to make me feel. How our scuffles on the floor would slowly become more fierce, more passionate. Squeals of pain, wrenching hair from scalp would turn to muffled expressions of pleasure. K.O’s in the ring changed into exhaustion amongst crumpled sheets. I was four, so unaware of the...
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Poetry / Land Of Lore
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This set of poems is really very clever :) I'm impressed that you know enough languages to make all those connections and as someone who is interested in linguistics and etymologies I found the whole series very entertaining. The poetry itself is not to my taste. I hate rhymes and as far as comic poems go...totally not my thing. But this sort of reminded me of Roald Dahl's Revolting Rhymes and some of the Spike Milligan's absurdist works so I really appreciated it. You should try and do somet...
Short Story / Kitten
Um, wow. you certainly have a strong imagination. It starts of very far out, but I really appreciated the dialogue between the mother and dead man. It was well written and very touching in a way. "now representing every inhabited continent" I would say either say "representing every country in every inhabited continent OR now representing every inhabited country". why? because it is countries that have stamps, not continents. For example Europe does not issue just one stamp, but the countries...
Stage Play / RED
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Poetry / Cake Walk
The beginning and ending of this piece is strong. You get a little wordy in the middle and lose your flow. Think about editing that section so that you get a stronger sense of rhythm. I hate re-writing other people's work, but I'm just doing this so you get a sense of what I mean. If I cause offence, I apologise. ....and a number was pulled from a wide, red bowl. Mom smiled and said she’d win one of these days. The winner took home a cake. The details gone awry, I remember nothing of the char...