Niceol has written several short stories and poems. You can read some of her work below.
The Typewriter is Dead, Long Live the Typewriter
(or SEX and DRUGS and ROCK and ROLL):
by Niceol Blue
12 years old and home schooled
(to avoid any messy conversations
about the 3 evils)-
I was sentenced to hard labour,
typing all my redundant home-school homework
on my grandmothers ancient,
iron-clad,
constantly key sticking,
ink bleeding,
paper ripping,
migraine inducing 1930's beast.
Resentful, I laboured, hating homework, banging keys
Until the realisation
that the racket I was making
could be used
to hide the sound
of my (also now extinct)
Walkman,
blaring away my
recently discovered
rebellion:
David Bowie, Patty Smith, Iggy, Blondie,
Talking Heads, The Cure, The Police.
U2 when they were young and poor
and great.
Grateful then to that tired old monster
whose clacking, dinging cacophony
my mother could not stand to be near.
Along with those headaches
it gave me my freedom
And enabled me a
rock and roll education
my mother didn't want me to have.
These days I write almost everything on softly self-correcting
iPhones, macbooks
but on my playlists I still have
those
same
songs
And every time I listen,
Oh typewriter
I think
Of you.