Autumn (written by Sarah Bennett) autumn always feels the same / or / I always feel the same in autumn / stepping out into the evening is a swirling of loneliness / not the hopeless kind / the matter-of-fact kind / this does not scare me anymore / it’s like returning to an old friend … Continue reading Autumn / Poem
I realise I’ve been uploading a lot of poems and little else. I feel like I’m getting back in the game and need to catch up, so I’m posting an array of new and old in the hopes my blog will represent how I spend my time, what I think about, what I care about, … Continue reading Winter / Poem
Please (written by Sarah Bennett) How could I bear the sorrow of forever, To this I need You to atone. God save the ones closest to my heart, Lovingly bring them home. I cannot live with a burden so large, There are not enough words to describe pain. God save the ones closest to my … Continue reading Please / Poem
The following short story is one I wrote for a class last trimester at uni. It was both the hardest and easiest thing I've ever written. Before I even started the class I knew I wanted to write something along these lines, but I didn't know whether that would take the form of a novel … Continue reading The Parts that Hurt / Short Story
I think I posted this poem a few months ago, then deleted it, but now it's back because it's one of my favourites and I haven't posted a poem in a little while. You can read here why I posted poems then deleted them and am now reposting some. Filling (written by Sarah Bennett) My … Continue reading Filling / Poem
I’ve been feeling unmotivated since the start of January. Not about exercise, as discussed in my last post, but towards creativity. My writing. I have been working and studying a lot, so I’m trying not to be too hard on myself about it, but even this blog has been a game of catch-up when I … Continue reading trying to write.
Exist (written by Sarah Bennett) there are days when I exist solely for myself / that is not to say the past has not happened / only that I hold my own hand / the girl at eleven / fifteen / twenty two / I smooth back her hair / I tell her we are … Continue reading Exist / Poem
I’ve been working on a short story for a university class, and what began as something difficult became something difficult but rewarding. I’ve had my job at a bookstore for about a month (honestly, that’s a complete stab in the dark; time currently does not exist and is just a wobbly concept, like a giant … Continue reading Not a Question, but an Answer
(Keep scrolling if you don't want to read the preamble to the poem 🙂 ) A few months ago I deleted a lot of poems off my blog because I was compiling a poetry manuscript in the hopes of publishing it. A lot of those poems were rough first drafts anyway, but still one of … Continue reading Atone / Poem
I am constantly torn between writing what comes naturally and what takes more time. What comes naturally? Nostalgia. The past. What takes more time? Hope. Relief. As I’ve mentioned, there is nothing wrong with writing about the past, or those things that aren’t so pleasant. Writing amidst sadness helps me process and move on, and … Continue reading Rewriting the Past
the softest words 