That Girl Books

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  • A Tortured Poet’s Manifesto

    ~A short [unedited and unfinished] manifesto detailing my writing process, written one cold Winter Solstice afternoon with friends. Why do they want me to write a manifesto? do they not know I am incapable of producing anything with merit? I used to write creatively all the time- to escape, to express. perhaps for the same…

  • Broken Butterfly Wings

    I smile with the grace of butterfly wings a gentle flutter and though the wind offers me a soft caress, I cannot help but shiver in its cool embrace baby hairs tickle my nose and forehead but I do not move them away. I watch the world spin through the clouds and so I swing…

  • Honours- An Ending & Beginning

    It’s been some time since I have posted a thesis update- I’m not very good at keeping consistent with social media. But after having received my results on Friday, I decided it’s time to fill everyone in. Just an FYI- I got a High Distinction!! SO, WHAT IS MY THESIS ACTUALLY ABOUT? It feels nice…

  • Woods of Wildness and Wonder

    I found an Overland article some time ago called ‘The Wildness of Girlhood’ (2019) by Bonnie Mary Liston. This article was able to capture experiences I could only dream of describing. She writes; “There is a period in many little girls’ lives, around the age of ten, where they go completely wild. Not in the…

  •      how sad for youto have an    empty    heart     malign, perhaps?broken and dark and burning   i     cannot find it in    me   toregret the selfishness     of letting go, she is the roaringof the wind; nightmare     incarnate      and shedoes not yield.

  • poemsanddreamsandnothings

    She weaved through the cosmoscoaxing starlit dreams from my headgrasping them with cold, dead fingers shebottled them up andwelcomed them into the abyss.A lulling whisper to“seize the day”and so I read all nightuntil my soul ached andi waited for the darkness to claim me consciousnessand i hoped with every stupid fibreof my being, falling                         fallingback…

  • Confessional Poetry: A Eulogy

    I truly don’t know where to start with this. On Saturday the 18th of February, I received the most devastating news. My beautiful friend Brigitte Beaney had passed away unexpectedly. The following content is ridiculously personal, vulnerable, sensitive and explicit. But these little journal entries and poems have allowed me to feel like I’ve honoured…

  • NOT MY ELIZABETH BENNET: A BRIEF REVIEW ON BRIDGERTON: THE DUKE AND I

    Sit down and buckle up my darlings because this author hassomething to say: ‘What the fuck?’ I can almost say for certain that Jane Austen is rolling in hergrave after having been compared to her ‘contemporary’counterpart, Julia Quinn. “Sometimes,” Violet said, barely even moving her lipsand certainly not moving her eyes off a single spot…

  • Creative Non-Fiction

    We’re All Scared of Something, Aren’t We?                                 I’d be lying if I said that I remember the very FIRST instance when I realised I had a phobia. I do however, recall some of the incidents that contribute(d) to my fear. When I was younger (yeah, I was a pick-me, and I cringe every time…

  • Testing..

    Testing one two three. How do I write a blog. How does this work ahh