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Author Archives: Hannah Fitzpatrick
Things I’m Welcoming Into Life At The Moment
A very long-winded way to say I have cut out a lot of things in my life which I do not want to do and in the meanwhile have started to discover/add things I do want to do. Mostly very simple things. Pleasure is found there.
Treasure of a day
The opposite of a rant about TRUTH. Jubilant ramblings inspired by one of the MOST BEAUTIFUL DAYS OF MY LIFE.
Being/Becoming
You can be there in an instant, but that instant won’t transform you forever after
Soft with yourself
I reach within, I touch my skin, I let the words soften
Don’t flip the page!
Go anywhere and insects will be there
Skinny Dipping Fail
Little story about my attempt to finish off a hard day’s work the right way ! And getting something else instead !
Naked In The Forest – A Stream Of Thoughts
Here I lie, bare naked. I can finally breathe.
Know
Our only hope is that we know
No Need To Explain
Don’t be entombed
Before you’ve unwombed
Sanitized Insanity
My feelings about the covid restrictions
Pathfinder
No longer tranquilized by dreams. Present now, free.
Health Shop
A lady just wants to find the right supplement, OK?!
The Quare Fella
Mother (Helen) and Daughter (Marie) are shocked to discover who the new fella in their local part of Dublin City is.
Moving feelings
(I wrote this back in October ’20 and just found it in my phone notes. A nice little gift from past me to present me. Tomorrow: a big ole walk.)
The end of school: a theatrical piece
Guidance counsellor: So young one, come take a seat. Tell me, in the future, what will you be?
Student: You mean to ask, teacher dear, what will the world be, in the future near?
The Wild Call
The cry of city life
The Wild We Were
Kind of a story, Kind of a poem !
Murky Irish Stroll
Today I went to the train station and hopped on the first train departing. I just wanted to be on a train, moving and looking out the window. I didn’t intend to get off and go anywhere, but go somewhere I did. I ended up in this very mystical, murky, moor-ish place… Something took placeContinueContinue reading “Murky Irish Stroll”
Regeneration of the self
Fallen from grace, to this place
A wasteland
A yard of scraps and mourning
