Hannah Moore
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Rain sounds on hard ground. Cherry blooms and falls at once. We half-turn to home. Author's note: On our penultimate night in Japan, we stayed in a small house near Hakone. We arrived after dark, exhausted and hungry, but come the morning, I pulled open the paper shoji doors to find the small office space pictured above. I was called, as I am sure anyone here would have been, to take five minutes to write a little haiku. There I am, above, writing it.
By Hannah Moore2 years ago in Poets
Harmony Lost
There was a time when one thousand languages were spoken and understood between this soil and this sky. There was a time honour was everyone’s, and fights were fought to live, not to kill. There was a time rebirth rode on the thorny jagged spines of death and the fallen were mourned as we mourn the close of each day, with the lowering of the light, and a ceding to the stars and the rhythms of the moon.
By Hannah Moore2 years ago in Fiction
Brief histories
I wrote two pieces for this challenge to write a fifty word history of the world or humanity, as I realised that the piece I had was all about fear, though it is not itself frightening, and I didnt want Kayleigh to feel she had to read it. So I have provided a buffer piece too.
By Hannah Moore2 years ago in Fiction
I have of late lost all my mirth
Talk to me about writers’ block. You see, I am not sure I understand. I am not sure whether you all know something I don’t know, or whether none of us knows that the others don’t know. What does writer’s block mean to you? I am genuinely curious.
By Hannah Moore2 years ago in Writers
My cat died on Friday. Top Story - March 2024. Content Warning.
My cat died on Friday. One of my cats. I have two. Had. It was sudden, quick, horrible, and in my arms, and now I feel funny about my arms. Like they betrayed me somehow, these strong, capable limbs I use to love and to care, vessels, instead, of dying.
By Hannah Moore2 years ago in Petlife
And Now, For My One Hundred and Fifty First Story...
This is story number 151 on vocal for me. I didn't set out to mark it in any special way, its just, when I came here to copy this from my word processor into vocal, I noticed and thought to myself "well that seems apt." Then I thought to myself "why exactly? Apt how?" to which I answered "Because this is a story about process, and one should reflect on process at times like story number 151." "Oh," I said, in response, "Oh, but now I've made me feel like I need to reflect with wisdom and draw links and lessons and make it all look like I have been wonderfully and deliberately clever. If I am reflecting on process to mark my 151st story and all?" "Don't be daft," said I. "It was just a bit of fun."
By Hannah Moore2 years ago in 01
The Keep
When the reckoning had come, it had come more swiftly and more absolutely than any of us had imagined. The plague had howled through the township like a hurricane, ripping mothers and fathers from their beds to clasp the hands of sleepy children and plunge them out into the night, soft eared rabbits and bears clutched to their pyjamad chests, bare feet pounding at the pavements, softness toughening or yielding in a few short moments. We grow up fast in a disaster. Or we die.
By Hannah Moore2 years ago in Fiction
The Price of Everything and the Value of All. Runner-Up in Love Unraveled Challenge.
This week, in amongst the endless deluge of minor titillations my phone offers me each day, I saw a headline regarding Bradley Cooper not feeling immediately “connected” to his daughter, with the quote “I don’t even know if I really love the kid”. Despite not clicking on it, I saw it more than once. Clearly it was a sensational story. “I couldn’t be less interested in Bradley Cooper’s relationship with his daughter” I thought, and scrolled on, imagining I might like to read about something weightier, Ukraine, or Palestine, or the microchip supply chain, but actually settling on a “top ten hikes for 2024” or “Couple unearth underground tunnel in garden” or some such.
By Hannah Moore2 years ago in Humans
