Hannah Kawira Hartwell

Joined June 2018

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A writer, actor, musician and activist from Wales. I love poetry, travel, theatre and music, telling the stories that people want to hear, and having a meaningful impact on the people my words interact with!

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What's Wrong With Me?
What's wrong with me? Am I too short? Too fat? Too ugly? Do I smile too much? Do I cry too often? Is there a reason you always laugh at me?
By Hannah Kawira Hartwell3 years ago in Poets
I Love You
I, this awkward, short, shy, geeky, ginger, Love You. You genuine, kind, brilliant human being. When I was born,
By Hannah Kawira Hartwell3 years ago in Poets
There's A World Out There That's Fighting
There's a world out there that crying. Oceans overflowing with salty tears that mourn what our greed has destroyed. There's a world out there that fuming.
By Hannah Kawira Hartwell3 years ago in Poets
Homemade toothpaste?
Bamboo toothbrush! Paper straws! Homemade toothpaste? Now that's a bit too far.... It's only a bit of plastic And it's recyclable, right?
By Hannah Kawira Hartwell3 years ago in Poets
What a Beautiful World
The raindrops drift from the overarching clouds to land like tiny ballerinas, gracefully slipping unnoticed onto the ground that is laced with a sprinkling of tender green grass.
By Hannah Kawira Hartwell3 years ago in Fiction
There Are Many Worlds On This Earth
There are many worlds on this earth, Many lands and many skies. Hard land, soft land, hot land, cold land Blue skies, grey skies, clear skies, close skies.
By Hannah Kawira Hartwell3 years ago in Poets
The taps are dry
The taps are dry. The wells are empty. The queues for the boreholes are long, Waiting will take more than a day. Water is reserved for drinking.
By Hannah Kawira Hartwell3 years ago in Poets
24
24 hours in a day, 24 hours of breathing, blinking, swallowing, talking, laughing creating, working, being. 24 hours of listening:
By Hannah Kawira Hartwell3 years ago in Poets
Dear Children
Dear children, I hope you're okay. I hope that you're surviving this mess that we've made. We made you a promise, 17 promises to be precise,
By Hannah Kawira Hartwell3 years ago in Poets
Don't Look Back
I have been falling, And falling, And failing, And falling, Descending downwards with no destination in sight. No net to catch me,
By Hannah Kawira Hartwell3 years ago in Poets
Reflection
HANNAH A palindrome HAN reflected on itself in a crystal mirror Perfectly symmetrical Aspirant and nasal Dancing off a hundred thousand tongues around the world,
By Hannah Kawira Hartwell3 years ago in Poets
A Displaced Generation
We live in a world obsessed with movement. At any given time, a quarter of all UK citizens are looking to move house within a year. For us the entire planet is accessible in just a few clicks and we are often so distracted with what is far away, that our immediate surroundings might as well be a foreign territory.
By Hannah Kawira Hartwell3 years ago in Humans

Hannah Kawira Hartwell

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What's Wrong With Me?

I Love You

There's A World Out There That's Fighting

Homemade toothpaste?

What a Beautiful World

There Are Many Worlds On This Earth

The taps are dry

24

Dear Children

Don't Look Back

Reflection

A Displaced Generation

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