A collaborative project by the UCA Writers’ GroupTO MY BELOVED FUTURE CHILDChiara CASSINELLIFirstly, on behalf of us all, I believe an apology is in order. We let it all happen and just watched. Such a passive audience. So many words spoken, written, yet so little done. Social media rife with complaints, such loud cries, yet still no action. Many will claim ...
UCA Collective Writing projectINTO THAT GENTLE LOCKDOWNInto that gentle lockdown, sighs were heard, confined once more; hearts fluttered, and minds thundered. It has been months now, but we cannot despair, out of the dark there is light. I had managed to keep sane during the first one, now though harder, despair is to be kept at bay. Out all of ...
Alphabet for the Pandemic (1/2)AnxietyAn uncomfortable feelingThat we are all overflowed withBut in the end, is it real?BacteriaOnto your hands these microscopic creatures clingBut on foamy soap they all glide backInto the sink —splash!ClusterThe virus is almost goneAn ounce of freedom is to comeAnd suddenly— it’s back!DangerInvisible, yet omnipresentWhom to trust? When to flee?A cough, a sneeze— a disease!EarthGrand Mother ...
The Great GatsbyHis acquaintances resented the fact that he turned up in popular restaurants with her and, leaving her at a table, sauntered about, chatting with whomsoever he knew without his protective veil on.Though I was curious to see her I had no desire to meet her but I did. I went up to New York with Tom on the ...
A collective writing project with UCA students1984 in 2020It had been a peaceful day before it all went dark. Winston woke up to a different smell, and to a holler coming from above. In the middle of a barely recognisable city, a policeman was yelling at him, urging to put on a mask and get moving. I do not understand ...