Journal Task #6- Beware the Blue Rings!

I chose to write about the blue ringed octopus as I had heard of the book called “The soul of an Octopus”, written by Sy Montgomery, about her observations and relationship with an octopus called Athena. In this book, she describes the intellect, nature and kindred spirit of this aquatic creature, and shares her deep…

Formless and Fragmented- Journal Task #5

 ‘Do I contradict myself?’ Very well then, I contradict myself I am large, I contain multitudes. – Walt Whitman The shivering soul…the shivering soul…where do you reside? Do you lie on the base of a frozen over river with evergreen bowers pouring over your surface and wide-eyed owls swooping through the sky? Do you gaze…

Dear Diary- Sonder – Journal #4

Dear Diary, Who else is looking up at the stars tonight? Maybe the richest leaves carry dreams that are being lifted into the clouds, into the heights of heaven. Where else do the distant diamonds flash? The sky’s light has dimmed to utter darkness but a multitude of desk’s are only just coming alive. I…

Journal Task #3- Seashells

It is in this darkness I’m feeling my empty void, my universe It’s no ones to share but mine My palpitating heart thrums to the hollowed out beat of the over worn winds Passing through my body, and forming wisps of sensational ash and smoke around my eyes. And I feel myself forgotten and senseless,…

Egyptian Mau- Journal Task #2

The sea water’s warmth flooded through her veins as she lowered her battered bones into her bathroom’s ocean. Just as the bubbles were about to engulf her, she heard to mischievous creak of the door, and felt the tickling sensation of whiskers on her raised toes. Her cat had come meowing in, but hadn’t she…

Journal Task #1- The City Burned

The city burned, fire lighting up the sky. The stars and the sun were now indistinguishable, both as large as the other, both growing larger after each blink of the human eye. Red flames began to crowd Sylvia’s brain, fighting to escape through her the fragile wall protecting her eyes. Her bones and her hopes…

Brutus vs. Cassius: The Final Stab

Julius Caesar thought he had the whole of Rome kneeling at his feet, willing to lend him their blood and heart. This proves true for the most part, but what Caesar is unaware of is that the people who he thought would be as “constant as the northern star” would have the itchiest palms and…