Annabel Owen

My name is Annabel Owen, and there's a Claire somewhere in there too. I am in my 20th year of living, and there's no map for it. I often strum old songs on my white acoustic guitar and drink coffee out of a cat shaped mug. Lanterns hang in my room and a black cat can almost always be found asleep on my bed. I study Professional Writing and Publishing and Creative Writing at Curtin University and I love it.

  The garden. In the garden I am lonely. Lonely but for pasty petals and frizzled ferns and thoughts of you. There are dusty, crusty scattered leaves and my pale reflection in a slow stream. You hated the water, though I loved it. We were different, you and me. The …

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