Holly Ringland


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i don’t smoke… i do however hold cigarettes for my elfish friend who seizes strange opportunities for spontaneous photo shoots.

”...the best writing derives from a place with no consequence…”
- PJ Ryan

i write, i write, i write…

gather your words, your muse, your notebooks and pen – join me in the land of lush prose or the world of short stories.

... and when she grows up, holly dreams of writing for a living and owning a little wooden house with a floor to ceiling library, a dairy cow named flossy, cherry trees in the garden and a heavy old wooden desk by the window where she can sit with her laptop, a cup of vanilla coffee, her potted lilies, a golden dog called wilbur and a black cat called charlotte at her feet…

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Copyright © 2008, 2009 Holly Ringland.

Journal Entries

A little bit of news...

Posted about 15 hours ago, 24 comments so far.

Follow me this way dear little scribes...

Posted 2 months ago, 4 comments so far.

A girl of bells, cocount rapture and red canaries...

Posted 2 months ago, 29 comments so far.

A weekend of Melbourne bubbles amidst the country air (it's good for the constitution...)

Posted 3 months ago, 14 comments so far.

A wish for autumn equinox

Posted 3 months ago, 14 comments so far.

Lying in my garden of red stars with the sublime LittleHelen...

Posted 3 months ago, 11 comments so far.

A Dictionary of the Sea

Posted 4 months ago, 11 comments so far.

My Cauldron Bubble-eth Over in Little Ol' Melbourne Town

Posted 4 months ago, 37 comments so far.

A Few of My Favourite Things

Posted 5 months ago, 18 comments so far.

My Place

Posted 7 months ago, 18 comments so far.

Writing

Salt

stay

Candy

50c each

The Sea Queen

...rivers and streams of sea and salt…

Indigo

pull the night down in ink blots for me

Driftwood

he loved the way her mouth tasted like autumn and cream

Chrysalis

Her mother would cup her face in her hands and say, ‘baby you are not your hair.’

Watchlist

  • organica
  • Th3rd World  Order
  • madworld
  • scarlettcat
  • Gillian (: Cycling Trivialities :)
  • anthony dimichele