Holly Ringland
Profile
A little sea-bathing would set me up for ever.
- Jane Austen
All I need in life is a tube of Chanel lipstick, a pair of red shoes and a cobblestone street in Paris.
- Madeline Bouvier
I believe the best writing derives from a place with no consequence.
- PJ Ryan
I write…
Gather your words, your muse, your notebooks and pen… there’s a tattered velvety armchair with uneven legs and marshmallow-comfort cushions waiting for you in The Red Writing Room... you can also take a peek at pages of lush prose or wander amongst shelves of short stories...
NOTICE: Copying, displaying or redistribution, manipulation and utilising of all writing and images without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited. Copyright © 2008, 2009 Holly Ringland.
Groups
Holly Ringland hosts Graphic Scratch, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings and The Red Writing Room and is a member of Blue Room, Colour Me Vibrant Red!, Flash Fiction, Friends of RedBubble, Imperfectly, Melbourne & Victoria, Midnight Ramblers, Shoes, The Word Tree and WMG.
Journal Entries
Paris: j'adore... a postcard from the city of love
Posted about 1 month ago, 29 comments so far.
London: reflections from the looking glass... a postcard from Wonderland
Posted about 1 month ago, 20 comments so far.
Seattle: I dream in green... a postcard from The Emerald City
Posted 2 months ago, 20 comments so far.
Eve
Posted 3 months ago, 33 comments so far.
Under my skin and in my notebook: one last hurrah of extravagant loveliness with Melbourne Bubbles
Posted 3 months ago, 31 comments so far.
A little bit of news...
Posted 4 months ago, 74 comments so far.
A girl of bells, cocount rapture and red canaries...
Posted 6 months ago, 29 comments so far.
A weekend of Melbourne bubbles amidst the country air (it's good for the constitution...)
Posted 7 months ago, 14 comments so far.
A wish for autumn equinox
Posted 7 months ago, 14 comments so far.
Lying in red stars with lovely LittleHelen...
Posted 7 months ago, 11 comments so far.
Art
Writing
Milk
there’s salt in the air
Red Candy
50c each
Smoke
between your shoulder blades, under your tongue, in your skin, around your wrists…
Cowboy
i could suckle the sticky coconut milk from the corners of your mouth
Driftwood
he loved the way her mouth tasted like autumn
Lion
her mane is the colour of winter leaves
