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jf. hawkins: April 2010
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A Writer is no more than a professional thinker. I'm inconsistent in everything beyond thinking. Tuesday, 27 April 2010. It Was These Rocks. Always, I find it a struggle to be where I am. It's difficult to get the rest my body needs, in the places where it sleeps. The people I see exacerbate a certain anxiety that I cannot understand. And the time I spend, at their leisure, it makes for a disposition I haven't the words to express. I don't truly see myself as needing help. I have a saviour complex. And t...
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jf. hawkins: April 2009
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A Writer is no more than a professional thinker. I'm inconsistent in everything beyond thinking. Sunday, 5 April 2009. A River Flowing Underground. What if it just so happened that there should be a river underground? Beneath this city, flowing out into the sea. It's a secret and only you and I know. We could be done with this place. The journey we're on is toward freedom. If you say 'yes', I'll let you go. Though the buildings here are shrouded in grey and the skyline is like a dirty collar, its people ...
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jf. hawkins: February 2009
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A Writer is no more than a professional thinker. I'm inconsistent in everything beyond thinking. Tuesday, 24 February 2009. Clover and Bay Leaves. Or 'Go visit Jeppedo. A title by Kendle. A story by j. f. hawkins. Fussing around in her Kitchen, she was a tyrant, but a comforting sight. You knew you were home when you were sitting at the dining room table, awkwardly awaiting the arrival of a full English Breakfast – the one you told her she didn. 8217;t spoken in years, not since I left. How is he going?
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jf. hawkins: MY LIFE PHILOSOPHY.
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A Writer is no more than a professional thinker. I'm inconsistent in everything beyond thinking. Thursday, 3 December 2009. I've spent a lot of my time on earth trying;. Trying to find new solutions to old problems. Trying to make friends and fit in. Trying not to make the wrong decision. Trying not to upset anyone. Trying to do the right thing. Trying to please God and man. Trying not to say the wrong thing. If I upset someone, it's not the end of the world. If my intentions are good, it's potential...
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jf. hawkins: January 2009
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A Writer is no more than a professional thinker. I'm inconsistent in everything beyond thinking. Friday, 9 January 2009. My Head is Full of Nothing. Story by j.f. hawkins. 8220;I woke up really late last night, to try and see if there was a story, but when I turned on the light, there was nothing”. I recall it exactly. That’s how it was the first time I saw her, and how she reappears to me in a dream. Each time we meet, it’s like I still see her for the first time. I dropped her at the station and I kiss...
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jf. hawkins: November 2008
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A Writer is no more than a professional thinker. I'm inconsistent in everything beyond thinking. Wednesday, 26 November 2008. Go to The Beach and Roar for Boldness. A title by jason cairelli,. A story by j. f. hawkins. It buzzed in his pocket. He had an idea of who it might be. He wasn’t going to answer. But it became evident to the thirty or so people sitting on the bus (& possibly to him), that he had the worst. He had the same though every time Jeremy was calling. He was the type of middle aged male t...
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jf. hawkins: March 2010
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A Writer is no more than a professional thinker. I'm inconsistent in everything beyond thinking. Thursday, 11 March 2010. Come and find me where I'd like to be. Amid mid-suburbia, in a floating street. A house boat. In a convoy. Buoyant Bricks and Mortar. I'll be draped in crisp linen,. A tapered, straight necked, blue and white striped shirt. Standing under a not yet risen sun. I will draw out my days,. On off-white, pulpy paper,. In black ink and even strokes. The neighbours are never the same,.
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jf. hawkins: August 2009
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A Writer is no more than a professional thinker. I'm inconsistent in everything beyond thinking. Thursday, 20 August 2009. From Broken Bay to Palm beach, there are four million reasons to love Sydney. If you get up early enough, you'll see the mist and the moment it catches the morning's sun, enveloping everything in a golden blanket that spans from The Blue Mountains to Bronte. Light bounces between blue skies, trees and the pavement. You'll catch the garbos. Doing their morning rounds. Let me write you...
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jf. hawkins: July 2009
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A Writer is no more than a professional thinker. I'm inconsistent in everything beyond thinking. Monday, 13 July 2009. Their Love and Her Visa. The Issue of the Visa,. It left them both divided,. Hearts in foreign lands,. They often call for home,. Youth in Love, plagued with rationality,. Illusionary power created by morality and faith,. It crushed them in their closeness,. Dark-time slowed in moments,. Acoustic beats played by rain. And windscreen wipers,. Not ready for collision,. Links to this post.
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jf. hawkins: September 2009
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A Writer is no more than a professional thinker. I'm inconsistent in everything beyond thinking. Monday, 28 September 2009. In the corner, sat a young man, now old, playing an acoustic. It was the first time he'd touched it in many years. As he fumbled around some simple progressions, recalling all he could remember,. His eyes became full of sadness. He had to pause. It was as though all of his time came rolling upon him,. He held back, trying to stop himself falling into memory. Links to this post.
