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Articles by Jakob RyceJan 18, 202112:55 pmJanuary 18, 2021
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The Power of Art to Heal the World

Giving peace a chance is more important than ever It’s 2021. We made it. It has been hard to watch the world burn. With so much devastation at our doors in 2020: deadly bush fires in […]

Articles by Jakob RyceJan 25, 202011:04 amApril 10, 2021
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To Survive as a Writer You Need to Master Rejection

Rejection is not what you think it is A writer’s life is paved with thorns. The sooner you realize this simple truth, the better. Imagine an arena full of tigers and battle-hardened warriors. Some are seasoned […]

Poetry by Jakob RyceJan 12, 20203:23 pmApril 10, 2021
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You Grew Out Of The Wood

My poem, ‘You Grew Out Of The Wood’ was shortlisted for the Wyndham Writing Awards and included in their 2019 anthology. Thanks to all at Wyndham City Library for including my work. The poem will […]

Articles by Jakob RyceJan 9, 20202:39 pm
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How a Weird Illness Became My Awakening

Sometimes a little health scare can put life into perspective I recently developed a condition called Benign Paroxysmal Positional Vertigo (BPPV). It’s a condition triggered by tiny calcium “crystals” inside your inner ear that help […]

Poetry by Jakob RyceOct 15, 20192:28 amApril 12, 2021
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Oddity

She’d been buried under a stack of newspapers for years and only emerged for coffee and banana bread when the mood took her. She had a face like eggshells, and was in the habit of […]

Poetry by Jakob RyceOct 2, 20192:33 pmApril 10, 2021
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Tiny Outfits

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 Seven tiny outfits for your infant self pegged to the line like flags in your multicoloured nation, in your infinite future of jargon speak and mind txt: and […]

Poetry by Jakob RyceSep 28, 20191:59 pmApril 10, 2021
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The Earth Heals at Night

The earth heals at night like a wounded animal scratching out its den. The earth heals at night if the night were a stretch of time, eons of time and we were a splutter in […]

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