Author: Coin Macy
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The weight of silence
In this poem inspired by Jacques Prévert’s style, I explore the bittersweet weight of unspoken words—those moments when integrity demands silence, even as emotions beg for release. It’s a reflection on the quiet strength of holding back and the beauty found in restraint.
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How many drafts for my fiction writing?
We came up with a foolproof three draft step to writing fiction; he whole process takes time, but you will notice the results in the quality of your manuscript if you put in the effort.
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Finish Your Collapse & Stay for Breakfast
Friend: Just talk to her, I mean you slept together. Him: Not like that. Friend: OK, so you shared a bed together, talking to her shouldn’t be such a big deal. I’m still surprised that nothing happened! Him: There’s a time and place. Friend: Oh shit! She coming towards you, I’m out. Him: Erm, I’d…
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Blackberryphilia (2010)… pt.3
previously… Me: Hey [beep]: (chewing) Hey. Me: Eh, it’s Coin. I’m so effing stressed. Calisto’s dead, like remember in Jennifer’s Body where Chip said his mum was catatonic like a zombie-mannequin-robot statue? Like that dead and what’s weird is that when he does come round, this really disturbing icon that’s not even in the manual shows. [beep]: (chewing) uh… Effing [beep]! Why’s…
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Blackberryphilia (2010)… pt. 2
catch up here Manual, manual, manual! Where are you? Ooh, The Diaries of Jane Somers – been looking for you, must read ’em again. Doris Lessing was too advanced! Geez, it’s cold! It wouldn’t be if… yeah! Oh wow, thought I returned that, oh well! Okay, why am I here? Oh, the manual! Ouch! Stupid thumbtacks. The box,…
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Blackberryphilia (2010)… pt. 1
It was only after thirty seconds that I realised I may have lost Calisto for good. I don’t know why this came to mind because the darn device took a good twenty-one and a half minutes for it to reboot; but in those thirty seconds as I held the power button down, I remembered…
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This Perfect Day | pt. two
I’m awoken by the static on a radio coupled with the bellowing of a car engine that sounds like it’s pulling something heavy. Outside, it’s dark, awkwardly so. The clouds are thick and eerily low that I hunch, slightly, just to feel safe. It’s raining softly and there are a couple of search lights peering…
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This Perfect Day | pt. one
I find myself walking in the covered parking of a mall towards a popular department store. It is hot. I know this because my feet and fingers are swollen and throbbing. I deliberate which city I am in until I see the parking pay station and rates. I am in Bloemfontein. As I meander the…