Ms Wood, please don’t freak out but I think I ran into a problem while you were gone. You know your baby, Dot? Of course, you do, it’s your baby. Well, I may have…. Okay, before I tell you, let me paint you a picture. Me and Dot on the couch, watching some good old…
Category: Projects
My Girl (May Poem)
When I look at her, I don’t see skin and bones; I see blurred lines and grey flecks trying to escape. I see a girl with no idea what the terms ‘right’ and ‘wrong’ entail; and she certainly doesn’t what to find out anytime soon. I see a girl with boundless ideas swirling around her…
An Infinite Spectrum of Possibilities (Feature Article)
Play is the ‘language of childhood’. It not only helps the children learn to communicate their feelings with their parents and other adult figures but also to help their parents better learn the feelings of their children. It is especially hard for children with autism to communicate their needs and feelings. A lot of parents who have…
Humans
T is for Theater What to do there: Find a quiet spot. Places of prayer are not always tranquil. You could go in between prayer times when the church or mosque or temple is emptier and calmer; you’ll also draw less attention to yourself. Write about memories of prayer, your own or a character’s. Invent a…
Constellations of Land in a Universe of Sea
Q is for Quay What to do there: Write about movement. Sit and watch the world go by. Notice the differences between land and water and sky. If you don’t have a quay, a jetty will do, or a harbour, or a river bank. Tell the story of a character who transforms when they move from…
Snow Kidding Around
A is for Art Gallery What to do there: Pick a painting to work with. Go for something figurative. Tell its story in detail as if you’re describing a scene. Stay within the frame. Focus on describing what you see before moving into “story”. When you’ve written for at least 20 minutes, allow yourself only…
My Golden Boy (April Free Choice)
You are a golden boy. Gold twinkles in your hair. And yet, your eyes flow only shades of blue. Each darker and heavier than the last. Your heart no longer radiates love. But instead, a dim light of apathy. A gold that was once warm and bright is now crushed beneath your feet. …
Dear Old Dad
I love my father- that is not secret information. We have been inseparable since the moment he held me in his arms for the first time. Sure, there are many significant things that he has done for me and sacrificed for me but nothing compared to his mere presence. One time stands above the rest….
Letters to My Oppressor (February Free Choice)
Dear you, I tried to be on your side. I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt but just like Icarus, I’ve flown too close to the sun, and I crash and burn not because of my own failures, but yours. I was warned not to go near you, and yet my curiosity…