Lucy Dan (she/her/她)
A Rough and Unfinished Journey to Faith
When I was a child I prayed and prayed for safety, for warmth, for change — / until I dropped all hope, instead shouldering
Are You Ready For A Series of Spooky Haikus?
Mammals who can fly echolocating their friends for an insect feast. She approached the door, not knowing about her fate…
Belonging, Storytelling and Questions
To fold in to fit in or to be you and belong? To fit in is the origami of folding yourself up, all tiny, to slide into the ever-closing space
4 Lessons I Learned From Trying The Same Poetry Prompt Five Times
A few weeks back, I completed a five-day challenge to write poems based on one single prompt: Write a 10-line poem where all the words of your poem must include a certain vowel.
Why Jane the Virgin is My Favourite TV Show of The Year
I just wrapped up the finale of season 4 of Jane the Virgin, and asdiuasd98a7s9dauhsdlakjshdlkajdy9s8df76yasdyhasdhalksjdhxo9d87fy9a8sdyhaskjdhlkcjvhosi8d70a98sdyasdjhsdajshdalksjdhlaksjdhlaksjdhlasjdhasoid8ya09sdyasdhalksdjhalskjd.
Space travel? I don’t need that. Once a year we pluck the moon from the skies wrapped up like a pastry, a bite of sweet and savoury.
Why Do We Work Ourselves To Death?
Why do we work ourselves to death? Why do we wake up and think about all the chores we have to do the tasks we have to tick off for work?
I Am Not A Representative
When I share my stories of microaggressions, of racism, of inequalities, I do not speak on behalf of a larger group.
Life as Seasons Rather Than Chapters
If you think about life as a book, each phase becomes a chapter, moving along, moving forward. *** Chapter 13, our protagonist chased numbers:
The Seaosning of the Seasons
Autumn’s arrival punctuated by the wafting spices, of cinnamon, of pumpkin spice, of strong teas and comfort. / Winter’s feast
Poetry for Mindfulness and Simplicity
Mindfully Washing the Dishes plates, stacked haphazardly mugs, housing chopsticks (sticking every which way) all three of my pans
Three Fun Poems to Cheer You Up
To be frank, it must be so confusing to be Frank. To Frank what it means to be Frank might be different from what it means to be frank