J. R. Lowe

Joined January 2021

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Bio

By day, I'm a PhD student, by night.... I'm still a PhD student, but sometimes I procrastinate by writing on Vocal. Based in Brisbane, Australia.

Achievements (5)

Stories (95/0)

It's a Strange New World
I'd hoped we'd have found common ground but even on THAT we expound. For we can't push aside our stupor or our pride to decide if it's flat or it's round.
By J. R. Lowe7 days ago in Poets
A man named Klaus
There once was a man named Klaus who ate matches to startle his spouse. He ignored every warning ‘til one fateful morning
By J. R. Lowe11 days ago in Poets
A Whisper Between Whiskers
They say cats only have nine lives, but I'm sure Oscar's almost been hit by every car on my street at least twice. He's not agile, or slim, or particularly good at doing anything cat-related, besides being covered in silky, red fur, but he does seem rather good at finding ways to escape Mrs Perkins' house.
By J. R. Lowe13 days ago in Fiction
I’ve been thinking of what Mrs Gump said
“Life’s a box of chocolates”, she’d say; it’s a surprise as to what you’ll get each day, and I guess she was right ‘cause I bit into shite,
By J. R. Lowe16 days ago in Poets
The Library's Aroma
Scents of past eras linger on pages; their words surpassing authors.
By J. R. Loweabout a month ago in Poets
Departing soon from Procrastination Station
My duties boarded a late train bound nowhere, that burns hours like hot coal.
By J. R. Loweabout a month ago in Poets
It can wait 'til then
Tomorrow I'll turn today's black, bliss-eating bugs into butterflies.
By J. R. Loweabout a month ago in Poets
A Life
Afire at dawn, dreams play tag at noon before dusk lets stars retrieve us.
By J. R. Loweabout a month ago in Poets
Lost and found
I'm not lost, but I've lost something. So I search this barren place, from its faded floors to its jaded ceilings, at dusk and dawn each day,
By J. R. Lowe2 months ago in Poets
I know what you did, and it’s killing me
Lies burn, but the truth, like a whisper in the wind, will extinguish flames.
By J. R. Lowe2 months ago in Poets
What Waits in the Dark
In the candlelight you find a flicker of hope, and gently tiptoe +++ towards the exit in the wake of deep shadows that part like oceans.
By J. R. Lowe2 months ago in Poets
Plea of the Bottle Collector
"It takes many forms," she says from bay number four with a yellowed gaze. +++ "It's in tears mostly but also in kisses, and
By J. R. Lowe2 months ago in Poets

J. R. Lowe

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Stories (95/0)

It's a Strange New World

A man named Klaus

A Whisper Between Whiskers

I’ve been thinking of what Mrs Gump said

The Library's Aroma

Departing soon from Procrastination Station

It can wait 'til then

A Life

Lost and found

I know what you did, and it’s killing me

What Waits in the Dark

Plea of the Bottle Collector

Achievements (5)