A Brush With The Patriarchy: how to convert a travel diary into a personal essay

Listen while you read. This is the diary and personal essay of a woman’s personal journey of self-discovery and self-revelation in nature that leads her from the brink of domestic abuse and back to the safe harbour of liberated literatist. Grab a cup of coffee as this is very long. The essay follows after the more

The 9th Wave:

  I thought of you again today my love, When I stood on the beach and watched the inverted pyramid of vertical column clouds heading straight out toward the horizon as far as the eye could see. And behind me, the sky was painted with twenty mermaids lying on their backs with their tails curled more

ღ♛⚜Mon Petite Chou⚜♛ღ

Listen while you read: I write this with a freshly sharpened lead, my love. I write hastily lest the moment be forgotten. I write now before my fingers seize up again. Tonight, not long ago, the wind thrashed my window and whistled around the corner of my house. All was completely calm and then suddenly

Let’s talk about feminism (the U.S. President and the environment):

Award-winning author Barbara Kingsolver And Helen Garner discusses what it’s like to be a woman who is ageing. Isn’t it tragic that so many women have been and will continue to be, the victims of circumstance? They stand in the shadow of the men who supposedly love them. In the words of Virginia Woolf in more

The Isthmus & mixed messages :)

The song of the crickets rings out when the path dips down, after the isthmus and before the southern end of the lake, and if you look up you’ll see a flock of birds overhead flying in V formation and if you look across you’ll see the baby lake birds fully grown now and with more

Journal Entry – Grace

Journal – 26th January, 2018 He took me to Berwick Botanical Gardens this morning. We stood gazing at the scene at the lake both completely immersed in a world of our own but also of each other. We agreed a short story could be written and also a canvas painted from our vantage point: GRACE more

Why I Write – Terry Tempest Williams

It is just after 4:00 A.M. I was dreaming about Moab, Brooke and I walking around the block just before dawn. I threw a red silk scarf around my shoulders and then I began reciting in my sleep why I write: I write to make peace with the things I cannot control. I write to more

Journal Entry – Mermaid

THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS COARSE LANGUAGE. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS OFFENDS YOU.   14th February, 2018 – MERMAID at Cape Patterson   I looked back to the rock shelf I’d been sitting on from 50 meters away, 100 meters, 250 meters and each time thought the same thing: my clothes were the exact colour more

She Was My Home:

  Every rickety stair that almost crumbled beneath me, Every loose stone on the cobbled path that made me lose my footing, The spikes & pikes threatening to kill me if I made one wrong move, The disappearing columns I had to jump that shot straight down to hell, All of the wet black caverns more

Uni Assignment – Poetry & Exegesis of LMM

©LMM – Written May 2017

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