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Writing for Mental Health: Finding Creative Expression in Everyday Feelings
I began writing before I understood why I needed it. My first journal arrived when I was six, and I used it to record the world as I saw it: small observations, fleeting wonders, fragments of days. At first, I was simply documenting. Then I began to marvel. And somewhere along the way, writing became…
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When We Were Free
We trod the cobbled courts around Karluv Most Played the fiddle in Piazza San Marco Gambled with rain in Gamla Stan Bought books in Berlin Awaited the spring in Amsterdam And then it stopped. In seven days the world ended Packed up in a box Labeled ‘Fragile’ and put away On the highest shelf in the pantry Above…
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Happy People
Happy people don’t write poetry, they say Words and thoughts don’t burden their days © 2020 Erna Grcic
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On a Cloudy Day
The sun appeared out of nowhere and cast its golden breathacross the furniture. It stroked the pillows,ruffled the plant’s rowdy leaves and upset the candle. I blinked a couple of timesand it was goneas if it had never been there before. © 2020 Erna Grcic, Beneath the Surface Comment: We had a sandstorm this morning and…
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Socially Distant
Tedium and isolation have arrived holding hands and pirouetting along the balcony railing on a rainy afternoon. © 2020 Erna Grcic
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Beneath the Surface
I’m glad to announce that my long-awaited poetry collection Beneath the Surface is finally out and ready for pre-orders on Amazon! Having said that, let’s talk a bit about the collection itself. from ‘Stopping Time’ We’re waiting by the roadside.What for?To be ticked off,Ground and minced,A pile of drying meatLeft to rot and repelEveryone but…
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Once Upon a Time
Ghosts hover within these walls Unseen footsteps patter in the halls Lions couchant guard the gates Marble pain on their sealed fates The stain on the carpet – blood or wine? Remember when we used this room to dine? Abandoned toys beside the crib A dull pain underneath the ribs Mess left mid-play Nobody here…
Myths & Stories 