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Ava M

Ava M

The Land Under Our Feet Was River

‘Bodies a-plenty I’ve seen. You think you’re so clever,

Sep 15, 2021

Sep 15, 2021

Ava M

How to create content that lives.

If it were to be left on Saussure, a cat is a cat, but so is a cat eyeliner. What that means is that words gain meaning by their context…

Sep 11, 2020

How to create content that lives.

Sep 11, 2020

Ava M

Fiction: Ants that hover under carpets. pt 2

“It’s okay, we don’t have to find out if he’s lonely” is not a very clever last sentence before walking away. Especially not to a banal…

Jul 4, 2020

Fiction: Ants that hover under carpets. pt 2

Jul 4, 2020

Ava M

Fiction: Ants that hover under carpets. pt 1

“Don’t tell me I am lonely. Because you’re right. And i don’t want to cry at a party.”

Jun 23, 2020

Fiction: Ants that hover under carpets. pt 1

Jun 23, 2020

Ava M
in
Lit Up

Poetry: What is today but a shadow of yesterday that took me away?

Before the life of this day becomes another memory-

Sep 14, 2019

Poetry: What is today but a shadow of yesterday that took me away?

Sep 14, 2019

Ava M
in
The Junction

Fiction: Where love is Plenty

(1)

Jan 24, 2019

Fiction: Where love is Plenty

Jan 24, 2019

Ava M
in
The Junction

Prose: Of Reality, words and us.

“To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour...” …

Nov 7, 2018

Prose: Of Reality, words and us.

Nov 7, 2018

Ava M
in
The Junction

Prose: A letter to my writer, from a repertoire.

You always write through me. I am the walker of all your stories. I live what you don’t, and you come back tired from life and scribble me…

Jul 17, 2018

Prose: A letter to my writer, from a repertoire.

Jul 17, 2018

Ava M
in
The Junction

Poetry: If Life were a Caravansarai

It was only when I started to adult is when I realised that a thousand things have to go wrong before life starts to make sense. In a…

Jun 19, 2018

Poetry: If Life were a Caravansarai

Jun 19, 2018

Ava M
in
Lit Up

Prose: The Waiting

Every time it’s holidays and it’s time to go back home, I suddenly don’t want to.

Jun 8, 2018

Prose: The Waiting

Jun 8, 2018

Ava M

Ava M

I feel like a fisherman in a boat that is my mind, over an empty sea that seems to be my thoughts. Here, I throw nets & catch words that maybe mean something.

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