In second semester at University, I wrote a prose/poetry collection called Madly about anxiety and depression.
My accompanying essay for my short story One Night in Florence was printed as a booklet, a travel document that detailed how and why I came to write the piece.
Dear Reader, I fear that romanticism is dead.
Amanda poured herself a third glass of wine and sat down by the window. The worn wooden shutters swayed gently in the evening breeze, knocking on the wall of the hotel like fingers tapping impatiently on a table.
Lysistrata will continue to be adapted in accordance to the ideas that were in the mind of Aristophanes over two-thousand years ago; it will continue to document society’s attitudes towards desire, peace, and long-distance relationships, as time and art progress.
“The plot requires us to assume that consensual marital sex was the only kind of sex available to an Athenian Male, or at least the only kind that would give him worthwhile satisfaction; well-known alternatives are simply ignored. – Alan H. Sommerstein”.
Sometimes, at certain angles, or when light shines down upon my observations, I can see the subtle reflection of myself in the window, clutching a book by D.H. Lawrence.
"The motion of love, like a tide, is fulfilled in this instance; there must be an ebb."
As part of my MA application I decided to submit an extended Creative Statement; a 500-word pastiche of Dante’s The Divine Comedy.