For my nineteenth birthday about a month ago, I was lucky enough to be gifted two copies of Rupi Kaur’s “Milk and Honey”. (Note to self: you may have hinted to too many people about that gift.)
When I accidentally came across Rupi’s work on Instagram, my attitude towards poetry changed completely. Suddenly , I realised that poetry did not necessarily have to be something written several centuries ago in a language that cannot be understood by a mere mortal like me; poetry could be simple and relevant, and it is precisely this that makes it so beautiful.
I read through the book in about an hour (while taking a short study break to eat some lunch), and by the end of the day, I already had an idea for a short poem. And then another. And then another. Continue reading “Poetry attempts inspired by Rupi Kaur’s “Milk and Honey””
“Did you hear about the flight that has been shot down? The Malaysian airlines one in Ukraine?”
The five teenage girls sat around a table in an empty classroom, enjoying their sandwiches and staring at the screens of their gadgets.
“I know right, it’s so horrible – all of the passengers and crew on board were killed!”
A strange kind of fury welled up inside her. She did not know what had happened yet; she had been avoiding the news for quite some time now. This was her chance to say something about all those things that she thought about so often, but no one seemed to care about. While her friends expressed their outrage and gathered around a fresh newspaper article on a laptop screen, she attempted to gather her thoughts. How can she tell them everything that she wants to say? Continue reading “A Short Story: “The MH-17 Flight and a Gluten-free Vegan Blackforest Cake””
The baskets of brightly coloured eggs, of freshly baked paskkhas, a sweet bread baked especially for Easter, decorated generously with whipped egg whites and sprinkles, of imported vodka bottles, of eggs hastily coloured and joyfully decorated with stickers, of homemade rye bread loaves, of sausages very much unlike the neat ones in the supermarket, filled the hastily arranged picnic tables in the large room. The children bought candles from a stern faced elderly lady at the entrance for a gold coin and placed them into the centre of the paskkhas, lighting them first under the watchful gaze of their parents. Finally, the priest entered. Continue reading “Short Story: “Two Easters””
Этот пост участвует в чудесном проекте “Moments of Inspiration”, который организует замечательная Маша. Все подробности вы можете узнать у нее в блоге, пройдя по этой ссылке .
Тема мая “Вкус воспоминаний” – это одновременно тема-мечта, и тема-кошмар для меня!)) Ведь так сложилось, что у меня каждое блюдо (а также каждая песня, и каждая шмоточка) ассоциируется с каким-то особенным жизненным периодом. Я бы конечно могла поделиться рецептом, и соответствующей историей, как я делала во времена фуд-блоггинга, но на этот раз я решила рассказать вам о том как и вы можете создать приятные ритуалы, которые со временем превратятся во вкусные воспоминания 🙂 Continue reading “Moments Of Inspiration: Магия завтрака”
Recently, I’ve been nominated by Jordan from “Call Me Incorrigible” for the Liebster Award. I’ve heard of the award before, but this is the first time that I’ve been nominated, so of course I was very flattered and excited 🙂
For those of you, who are hearing about the Liebster Award for the first time, it is simply something to help bloggers find other bloggers, especially those who are new to this whole blogging thing. The rules for the award are as follows:
- Each nominee must link back the person who nominated them.
- Answer the 10 questions given to you by the nominator.
- Nominate 10 other bloggers for this award who have less than 200 followers.
- Create 10 questions for your nominees to answer.
- Let the nominees know that they have been nominated by going to their blog and notifying them
The task that Jordan gave her nominees was to write 10 things about ourselves, so before I tell you whom I am nominating, let me tell you ten things about myself. Continue reading “Liebster Award: Ten Things About Me”
“I used to do all sorts wierd things when I was little. Well, not really little, little. I think I was in grade 4, so I would’ve been 9 or 10. It was my second year at the selective school in the city and I was the top student in my class. However, this year I decided that I wouldn’t be the top student. I wanted to know what it felt like to get told off by the teacher, to get a B or even a C on a test, to actually have to try hard to improve my grades, to get disciplinary notes from the teacher and then be smacked with a belt by my parents. You see, my parents didn’t believe in physical punishment, but my classmates often talked of fearing it… I felt as though I was missing out on something… As though my family was wierd… I mean, of course we were wierd! We were migrants!!”
“Once I even forgot to get a permission slip signed by my mum, and I was ready to get called up to the front of the classroom and be shouted at while my classmates looked on in delight and surprise. Continue reading “Short Story: “The Prayers Of An Ambitious Child””
The following is an essay that I wrote last year as part of the VCE Units 3&4 English as an Additional Language assessment. I have decided to publish this essay for number of reasons, but mostly because even though 26th April 2016 will mark 30 years since the Chernobyl nuclear disaster, it’s effects can still be felt today.
Continue reading “An Essay on Chernobyl”