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Jayda〡15〡✞

I change my bio far too often.

Message from Writer

"We know what we are, but know not what we may be" - Shakespeare

Currently reading:
Throne of Glass

Published Work

The Dead Poet

Peering over the casket,
I saw a mess of ink stains
And near-rhymes
And silent regrets.

One thing was clear:
This man had been a poet,

So I would have to grieve in verses.

Film/TV Series Review Competition 2021

Hitler, But Funny: Jojo Rabbit Makes the Grade— Narrowly

There’s something magnificent yet disappointing about director Taika Waititi using his Hollywood renown to create a white-child-survives-the-Holocaust film. Riding a career high after the success of Thor: Ragnarok, Waititi took Christine Leunens' 2004 novel Caging Skies and added humour to form the hit-or-miss screen adaption, Jojo Rabbit.

While the 2019 film buys into the terrified Jew, moustached German and hidden attic clichés of Nazi narratives, Jojo Rabbit is dominated by an unexpected hilarity. Bedazzled pink war uniforms, "unicorn for dinner" and jokes made by Hitler himself all appear in this 'anti-hate satire'. While creating a Nazi comedy sounds like box-office suicide, the stunning cinematography and fast-paced editing of Jojo Rabbit earned the filmmakers $90 million USD in box office revenue, as well an Academy Award for Best Adapted Screenplay. However, the film still faced criticism for an entirely different reason: its lack of originality.

Anti-Holocaust movies have been all the rage throughout the last four decades. Since Nazi Germany is...

mulberries and the moon; an interstellar love story

i flirted with the moon
            until it kissed the mulberry
                                      stains on my cheek.

i only pray 
     a soft silver glimmer 
                                will  d   
                                          r
                                            i 
                                              f
                                               ...

if the world were made of words

i want to romanticize the world.

i want to rip the sky open
                        and let songs of angels  p
                                                              o
                                                                 u
                                                                    r 
                                                           over the...

i am hollow all the way through; watch me float away

my chest has been carved out by my daydreams;
                     all the lives I’m not living leave me hollow.

the worst feeling is to feel nothing at all.
 
underneath these  m o n k e y   b a r s ,
              The sky is  f
                                 a     onto my shoulders.
                                 l
                                 l
                                 i
                                n
                                g
  
i carry an empty burden,
           but it’s agonising nonetheless.

when i was younger, 
           i thought i could be anything i wanted,

hanging from those shiny red  r u n g s .
             now I know paint peels
             and lights dim
             and bones break.

and i thought growing up meant making sense of things;
                                             ...

Film/TV Series Review Competition 2021

Hitler, But Funny: Jojo Rabbit Makes the Grade— Narrowly

There’s something magnificent yet disappointing about director Taika Waititi using his Hollywood renown to create a white-child-survives-the-Holocaust film. Riding a career high after the success of Thor: Ragnarok, Waititi took Christine Leunens' 2004 novel Caging Skies and added humour to form the hit-or-miss screen adaption Jojo Rabbit.

While the 2019 film buys into the terrified Jew, moustached German and hidden attic clichés of Nazi narratives, Jojo Rabbit is dominated by an unexpected hilarity. Bedazzled pink war uniforms, "unicorn for dinner" and jokes made by Hitler himself all appear in this 'anti-hate satire'. While creating a Nazi comedy sounds like box-office suicide, the stunning cinematography and fast-paced editing of Jojo Rabbit earned the filmmakers $90 million USD in box office revenue, as well an Academy Award for Best Adapted Screenplay. However, the film still faced criticism for an entirely different reason: its lack of originality.

Anti-Holocaust movies have been all the rage throughout the last four decades. Since Nazi Germany is...

2060

Can you remind me what the throaty calls of canaries sounded like before they fell to the dirt?

I saw the skeleton of one, at the museum, under the ‘extinct species’ section. I thought its rib cage could have treasured heavenly melodies and hellish cries.

But I can’t be sure.

Sometimes, I wish I could trade all my loose change to see the world of the 2010s. I yearn to caress each hump of the centipede's back; to swallow the divine blue of the sky.

Other times, I wish I didn’t need nature at all.

Film/TV Series Review Competition 2021

Hitler, But Funny: Jojo Rabbit Makes the Grade— Narrowly

There’s something magnificent yet disappointing about director Taika Waititi using his Hollywood renown to create another white-child-survives-the-Holocaust film. Riding a career high after the successes of Thor: Ragnarok and Hunt for the Wilderpeople, Waititi took Christine Leunens' 2004 novel Caging Skies and added humour to form the hit-or-miss screen adaption Jojo Rabbit.

While the 2019 film buys into the terrified Jew, moustached German and hidden attic clichés of Nazi narratives, Jojo Rabbit is dominated by an unexpected hilarity. Bedazzled pink war uniforms, "unicorn for dinner" and jokes made by Hitler himself all appear in this 'anti-hate satire'. While creating a Nazi comedy sounds like box-office suicide, the stunning cinematography and fast-paced editing of Jojo Rabbit earned the filmmakers $90 million USD in box office revenue, as well an Academy Award for Best Adapted Screenplay. However, the film still faced criticism for an entirely different reason: its lack of originality.

Anti-Holocaust movies have been all the rage throughout the last four...

this is my burden; this is my prayer

if i covered my heart in pink desert dust,
           if i wore gloves made of lightning
                    and sandals wrung from the stars,

would i feel bigger than what i am?


this is my burden:
i hate that i can't be united with the things i love,
                 that the s of my hair don't match blades of grass,
                              t                         that the lining of my stomach is filled
                              r                                      with mulberries instead of moonlight.
           ...

Writers' Block

If words grew up from the ground
I would toss them into baskets

If they were clipped to the wings of birds
I would follow them from East to West

Instead, words are merely fibres
Waiting to be woven into tapestries

By a person who can't sew


 

this is my burden; this is my prayer

if I covered my heart in pink desert dust,
           if I wore gloves made of lightning
                    and sandals wrung from the stars,

would I feel bigger than what I am?


this is my burden:
i hate that i can't be united with the things I love,
                 that the s of my hair don't match blades of grass,
                              t                         that the lining of my stomach is filled
                              r                                      with mulberries instead of moonlight.
           ...

Lonely

The sky is hollow
Its contents are submerged into the water below

The stars are scattered
Darkness kisses the empty space above

The tree leaves are divorced
Wind separates them from one another

In a world full of things
Why are we all lonely?
 

Pink Sunglasses and Other Crimes

When I was younger, I liked to stare at the sun. My parents worried that I had a death wish; that they would eventually be blamed for the vision impairment the big, bright ball in the sky was bound to bestow upon me. So when Babiators Inc. ran a series of low-budget commercials for these highly protective childrens’ sunglasses, Gloria and Andrew Stevens, who had given me life, were the first to place an order.

How I loathed those pink frames. When they arrived, I wedged them between floorboards, opposite the sunlight from my bedroom window. By June, they were colourless.

As I grew, staring into the sun became wiggling my toes off the edge of the train platform, which became squashing earthworms between my fingernails and baptising them in the saliva on my tongue. The world seemed to be a factory of thrills; an endless string of dangers I could indulge myself with.

“Daniela is a mystery,” I overheard...

Flash Fiction Competition 2021

A Flame to Forget

Mascara slipped down my mother’s cheeks and onto the last shirt she owned. I was caught between fire trucks as flames licked our white-picket fence, a cascade of smoke tying a noose around my neck. Sirens shrilled.

The fire's slender fingers had devoured my innocence. My mother's slender fingers had lit the spark.

A match rested at her feet.

"There were too many memories," she whispered, her words pricking my skin. "Too many of him."

I hated that my father had died twice. His body to a tumour, his legacy to a flame. 

Flash Fiction Competition 2021

A Flame to Forget

Mascara slipped down my mother’s cheeks and onto the last shirt she owned. I clung to her, lips trembling in the wind, as flames licked our white-picket fence, a cascade of smoke declaring the death of our memories. Sirens shrilled.

The fire's slender fingers had devoured my innocence. My mother's slender fingers had lit the spark.

A singular match rested at her feet.

"There were too many memories," she whispered, gripping my goosebumped hands. "Too many of him."