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I don’t know about you but I sometimes feel like how I think other people think I am. I know, I know – that’s called mind-reading and I can’t really read anyone’s mind and so I’m wrong. But that’s how I feel.

For example, if I’m in a field of old people I think that I’m old. And I know this is the wrong kind of example and it doesn’t really fit; but I still do.

A better example is if I’m sitting on a bench in a playground (unlikely, I know) I feel like a paedophile. And yeah, I know I’m no...

Think about this dot of a planet in the midst of all that universe, all this stars, all that light

Think if yourself in that planet at night being shone upon. Think of your eyes collecting all that light.

Think of the entire contents of the universe focusing all their energy on you. Think of everything converging on you. Your eyes are a funnel. Your mind is not even slightly phased by this. Your capacity has not been exceeded.

But you’re not a funnel. You are not collecting everything. ...

They say that you are what you eat but that kinda depends on how you define ‘you’. I don’t feel like I’m a body. Which is not to say that I feel like a nobody. That’s a whole other post. No, what I mean is that I’m more than just a collection of digested vegan cheese, an assortment of vegetables and (obviously) chocolate.

I think it’s truer to say that you are what you read. But that’s only because I read a lot. For other people … ah, forget that. I’m not other people. They can write their ow...

I’m not going to leave.
But should I leave?

Welcome pulls.
Love would be better.
But hatred is pushing me away.

I saw a man walk into the room followed by another and they were talking loudly to each other and I didn’t want them here and so I looked at them in a certain way. Not exactly with hatred but some hair-splitting version of it. They turned around and left the room taking their loud voices with them.

Hatred is repulsive.
Love would be better.
And, right now, I don’t feel welcome.

Originally posted on Suburban Witchcraft Magazine: Warm Spring greetings to all! It delights me to say that Issue 1 of “Suburban Witchcraft Magazine” is now live! https://issuu.com/suburbanwitchcraftmagazine/docs/swissue1 Suburban Witchcraft Magazine Issue 1 Featuring poetry, storytelling, photography and art from all around the globe from inspirational contributors, we hope that you will enjoy this creative snippet…

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… and, bonus: one of my poems is ...

Okay, so this is the first in a series on hints and tips about creative writing. This one is about the editing process.

So, imagine that you just wrote a story. Say that, when you finished it, you found that the story was about someone called Harold who, aside from his unfortunate habit of not making it to the toilet on time, had an adventure when an alien spaceship crashed in his back garden that then led to him having a meeting with God and a late breakfast.

There you are, in front of yo...

His hands

So small

Yet perfect.

Though the world may fall apart (unlikely – gravity may suck, but it’s still doing a great job of holding us all together) and the skies may fall (as in – it gets dark every now and again) – Sklugoo will love you forever.

Listen to the most recent episode of my podcast: Food https://anchor.fm/robertcday/episodes/Food-esfcke

You are a beautiful person.

Well, I assume you’re a person. I mean, you could be a robot from the future reading this text in an attempt to understand an extinct species (humans).

I hope you’re not.

I’m okay if you’re a robot from the future. I just hope we’re not extinct and you’re looking for clues as to where we all went.

I wonder if Google will still be scanning the web for … erm … whatever it scans the web for when we’re all gone. I wonder if the lights will still be on and comp...