A recent sonnet, written for a friend whom I love. It's hard to see your loved ones hurt themselves.
This is a poem I wrote when I was about 15 years old, based on Oscar Wilde's 'The Importance of Being Earnest (A Trivial Comedy for Serious People).' Check out that complex rhyme scheme!
Before I proceeded any further, I had to go over my protagonist’s timeline to get a sense of what was happening when. As any first-time writer would, I have structured my story as a series of fragments, not in chronological order. Because of course, when you’re embarking on your first novel, you should always try and make it as difficult for yourself as possible.
All my life, I have never feared being creative. As a woman and now as a resigned member of the disabled community, I am passionate about rights, and standing up for those to weak to fight for them. Sadly, in recent years I have joined their number - after so many months of fighting just to make it through a day without contorting into the foetal position, I have become too tired to feel in any way effective.