casual.ties

New Zealand

"Let the world shine through you and throw the prism light, white hot, onto paper."

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casual.ties (New Zealand) published:

Letter to Someone Not Here

PROMPT: Letter Writing Competition 2020

I suppose I should start this with a 'Dear' or a 'Love' or even the safe, sterile 'To', but I won't. I can't. I will write this letter to you in the same style in which we speak, or more aptly in the way you speak, and in the way I tried my best to mirror. I always was just a pale imitation. I was always trying to impress you. 

I don't know if you'll ever get this, or if...

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5 months ago

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casual.ties (New Zealand) published:

Letter to Someone Not Here

PROMPT: Letter Writing Competition 2020

I suppose I should start this with a 'Dear' or a 'Love' or even the safe, sterile 'To', but I won't. I can't. I will write this letter to you in the same style in which we speak, or more aptly in the way you speak, and in the way I tried my best to mirror. I always was just a pale imitation. I was always trying to impress you. 
I don't know if you'll ever get this, or if...

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5 months ago

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casual.ties (New Zealand) published:

Lost to the Sea

PROMPT: Ancestors Speak

I want to feel love for my childhood but I don't remember much of it.
I come from ships, and hotel chefs, and men
Who owned post offices, and children
Lost to the sea. I come from pages
And pages of names, of Louisa's and Anne's,
And old letters with forgotten meanings. 
I fell off the playground once, onto wood chips,
And I wrote a poem about the war.
This is my childhood and my history,
My lineage that trails...

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5 months ago

casual.ties (New Zealand) liked Mitch and Clara by lilytw (United States)

over 1 year ago

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casual.ties (New Zealand) published:

growing up

PROMPT: Your World in Three Senses

1. My childhood tastes like lime cordial. Years ago it was sweet but now the aftertaste has grown bitter in my mouth, and I think perhaps that's what growing up is. Maybe the world just keeps on fermenting, turning acidic until we can't stand its bite anymore. 

2. Sometimes, my childhood feels like an old movie that I've only ever seen half of, glimpsed while flicking through the channels, or heard whispered in the background when I'm making lunch. So...

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over 1 year ago

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casual.ties (New Zealand) published:

My heart is made of.

FREE WRITING

I think I love you. 
There is a certain fascination I find
In the way your hair moves
Or the certain way your voice lingers
Even when the wave of you recedes. 

But my heart, I fear, is made of
Ice and snow and
Impermanence,
And as you get closer your breath
Becomes fire
That melts me so far into oblivion that
I forget the word love
Entirely. 

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over 1 year ago

casual.ties (New Zealand) published:

Mind and Heart

PROMPT: Bread and Light

My mind is nourished by silence, and the time I can spend imagining that my life is different than it is. My heart is nourished by conversation, and the moments where I don't have to imagine a different life, my own is more than enough. 

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over 1 year ago

casual.ties (New Zealand) started following Dummie (United States)

almost 2 years ago

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casual.ties (New Zealand) published:

A little beyond her window

PROMPT: The Vistas Beyond

She couldn't see the river from her window. It was out there, somewhere beyond the vegetable gardens and the terracotta angels, past the grass strewn with rotting fruit (she always forgot to harvest, so the apples and the plums were returned to nature every time). The thought was comforting, for although she couldn't see the river, she knew it was out there, just a little beyond. 

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almost 2 years ago

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casual.ties (New Zealand) published:

Library

PROMPT: Library Magic

My first library was my own, a set of shelves bowed, bent-necked, in the cupboard under the stairs. Everything in the little library was slouched, the shelves creaked under the weight of the books, double stacked to fit them all, and you had to crawl to reach the ones at the end where the ceiling sloped down. When I was six I would drag in the musty green beanbag, set it down, right under the single yellow light, and pick...

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about 2 years ago