A few weeks ago, I finally read (after hearing so much about it), the chapter in the Bible about Adam and Eve and their “fall”. It definitely raised more questions than it answered, and it’s been on my mind frequently ever since. I will share my questions in this post, along with a realisation IContinue reading “Interpreting the Adam & Eve story”
Author Archives: Eliza
Rose.
I loved her the way you love a rose: From far away, Where beaty outweighs the possibility of hurt. (Follow me on Instagram @elizareadsandwrites )
the Billy bookcase.
It had taken her by surprise, how instantly a ball (of tears) had formed in her throat at the sight of a simple piece of furniture. And yet, here she stood in front of a plain white bookshelf, staring at its name tag, and remembering with piercing clarity an innocent conversation shared only some monthsContinue reading “the Billy bookcase.”
{the silent manner}
She had been sitting cross-legged on the hard gymnasium floor amongst hundreds of others like her (students). The proximity of so many bodies in one single room made it feel like it was a much warmer day than it really was. So long had she been sitting there that her legs and bottom had goneContinue reading “{the silent manner}”
{great love}
I am capable of great love, but only to a very few …
My first poetry book is on Amazon
Last year I signed up for an online poetry writing challenge during the month of April. The promise was that at the end of the challenge, my poems would be published in my very own poetry book. Well, I never heard from the publishing company after I revised the manuscript, so I thought nothing hadContinue reading “My first poetry book is on Amazon”
{thought}
if you are as similar to me as i think you are then loving you is a little like loving me
imagination
She may not be able to see him all that often, but there was something she had – something powerful, endless and readily-available: imagination. In her imaginary world, the boundaries of reality ceased to exist: she could now see him every day if she chose to – perhaps even multiple times a day; she couldContinue reading “imagination”
Dream visits
How lovely it is, always, to see you, even when it’s in a dream, as if your spirit had travelled through the night to meet mine, for the sole purpose of reminding me I am loved.
mirror.
I watched as he behaved in a way that was entirely familiar to me. He took a seat on the couch, slightly behind the group who was seated at the table and engaged in a lively discussion over morning tea. His eyes moved from one person to the next, depending on who was speaking: heContinue reading “mirror.”
Words & Feelings 