par Barbara Ferreres | Mai 9, 2024 | poetry, prompted writing, Writings
Tapes, from the « Souvenirs » painting series, by Okaasan/Nathalie Ferreres, mixed media on canvas, all rights reserved 2023-2024 She noticed the graphite scratching,The ink flowing ;Second scretched, As she lurked To that guttural, perishable, yet immortal, Moment of...
par Barbara Ferreres | Avr 7, 2024 | poetry, Writings
What’s the worth of a life everything keeps passing through?This cigarette, it’s gonna be gone in a minute or twoI’m thinking of my relatives and they’re gonna be gone soonThis tea I’m drinking, I’ll forget aout it too I thought I...
par Barbara Ferreres | Mar 30, 2024 | poetry, Writings
I should sleep less, I should read more;Write about my lore, Reclaim those sleepless nights again As mine. There’s something that drives me wild During those days spent in bed Dreams and reality merge, Into a single flow. Floating around, I’m the unreliable narrator...
par Barbara Ferreres | Mar 21, 2024 | poetry, Writings
Will they notice That the person they built For their life to fit Is nothing like me I hide in liesAs in their tears Lies the fear Of the unknown. They can’t bear me embrassing destruction Thinking it’s a delusion Worse than leopards lurking on a prey, These perverted...
par Barbara Ferreres | Mar 15, 2024 | To hide when the morning comes, Writings
Virginia Woolf once wrote in her famous feminist essay A Room of One’s Own (1929) that “A female writer cannot afford to live her life too clearly. If she does, she will write in a rage when she should write calmly. She will write in a rage when she should write...
