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The Ocean at the End of the Lane and The Wood Between Worlds: Children and Magic

Having recently finished reading Neil Gaiman’s The Ocean at the End of the Lane, I have been thinking a lot about children and magic. One of the most wonderful things about reading children’s fantasy is how accepting its protagonists are of the magical. They have long suspected there is more to the world than adults… Continue reading The Ocean at the End of the Lane and The Wood Between Worlds: Children and Magic

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Comic Con

I seem to remember this being inspired by In a Station of the Metro by Ezra Pound, although it seems to lack the brevity or clarity to prove it. Whose people these are we cannot tell Except by the costumes they wear Cas’ candy floss wig wisps down to the band of his bra A hooded cloak… Continue reading Comic Con

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a fist is not a hand, performed

So I've not posted in a while but that's not to say I've been sitting on my hands. Since the last time we spoke, I've received a first in my degree course, graduated, applied for many (many) jobs, worked on my Apples and Snakes internship and... watched a lot of Doctor Who. Closer to home,… Continue reading a fist is not a hand, performed

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The Revolution Might Be Live-tweeted

So now I've got loads of lovely validation from my tutors, I'm okay to share poems from my dissertation! *distinct lack of cheering* The revolution will not have a blue tick next to its name It will not be verified ratified or authorized The revolution will not go viral Will not be a front-page hashtagtoptrend… Continue reading The Revolution Might Be Live-tweeted

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to sign love, make two and cross them over your heart

Took a little break for Ramadan, but managed to write this one in the meantime (which is a miracle, given how unproductive I was generally)   A fist is not a hand It cannot do what hands do It is another thing entirely. Cannot hold a small soft something Only crush and collapse Cannot shake… Continue reading to sign love, make two and cross them over your heart