Magpies are birds that love to collect shiny objects.
Back when we first started creative writing classes in primary school, my teacher used the analogy of a magpie to describe the process of picking out bits we liked from existing works and emulating it in our own pieces. The phrase she used was ‘magpie-ing’ from books that inspired us and storing our treasure in our ‘nests’.analogy of a magpie to describe the process of picking out bits we liked from existing works and emulating it in our own pieces. I vividly remember her telling us to “magpie” from books that inspired us, and to store it in our metaphorical “nests.”
In a similar vein, I hope this blog, too will inspire you to “magpie” something. Whether my work is good enough to serve as your inspiration is subjective, but I hope everyone who visits this blog will leave with something, be it a thought to dwell upon or a new book to put on your reading list.


We face each other, stomachs heavywith the anticipation of a rich meal. The porcelain of the bowl is scaldingbut I do not mind it as golden broth warms my mouth.I run my nails over the engraved chrysanthemums. I am porcelain. I am stone. I am flesh. I am bone. You tell me your woes, and of course I…

“Imaginatively she is of the highest importance; practically she is completely insignificant. She pervades poetry from cover to cover; she is all but absent from history” – Virgina Woolf, ‘A Room of One’s Own’ The existences of women in fiction and reality are inextricably linked: the lives of literary women have, and always will, mirror…

Preface and writer’s note: “How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?” I recently read an excerpt of The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers. Having come across themes of the Southern Gothic in my school studies of Tennessee Williams (who is quickly…
Word by word. Thought by thought. All stitched together.