Peter Wyn Mosey Writing Prompts #26
It’s been a while since I last posted any new writing prompts on this page. My apologies to…
What is Cyclothymia? My Experience of Cyclothymia
I was recently diagnosed with Cyclothymia. After my mood severely dropped during the lockdown, and I started getting…
Baseline
I’ve recently started taking some new medication called Abilify to stabilise my moods. Because I can go from…
Finding Your Mojo: 6 Ways To Erase Writer’s Block
There’s nothing worse than a blank page. You sit down to write and all you see is emptiness…
Spoken Word Saturday #2
As part of this month’s Peoplespeakup Spoken Word Saturday lockdown non-gathering I submitted a video of me reading…
That’s When I See You
Here’s a very short poem called “That’s when I see you” that I wrote for this week’s Peoplespeakup.…
This Joyless Division Will Tear Us Apart- QMT
I’ve had another article published on Queen Mob’s Teahouse which is always exciting. This time, it seems that…
Another Twinkling God
Another Twinkling God is part four in a flash fiction series. It follows on from: Part 1: Sequins,…
Physical Education
I don’t often write autobiographical pieces, but thought I’d purge in literary form. I have a lot of…
The Invisible Strings
Here’s a very short poem that I wrote in a PeopleSpeakUp Zoom workshop today. It’s a bit different…
Dead Stars Become Black Holes
Part 3 of this flash fiction series “Dead Stars Become Black Holes” uses the prompt “this will ruin…
Cyclothymia
There. is. nothing. Hours. days. weeks. Nothing. Thoughtless voids of calming drought. Scratching. Nothing. Scratching. Scratching at the…
From a Rainbow to a Tragedy
From a Rainbow to a Tragedy carries on from yesterday’s Sequin’s, Stardust, and Rust (Since Nat wanted more).…
Flashback Friday #7 – Dreaming of Walls
It’s been a while since I last posted a Flashback Friday, however, buoyed by the fact that in…
Nowhere More Familiar
There is nowhere more familiar than 96 pixels per inch — than 26 lines of acid ruled, A5…
Sequins, Stardust and Rust
It was just sequins and stardust and rust that sputtered from the dead singer’s mouth. No more words.…
You can believe what you want but it doesn’t make it the truth
As the internet creaks with lockdown fueled conspiracy theories with racist connotations, and we have to endure jokes…
Spoken Word Saturday
Last week, for Peoplespeakup’s online gathering of Spoken Word Saturday, I had my piece Worn Down Locked Down…
as i purge my soul.
Here’s a short poem called “as i purge my soul”. As the COVID-19 lockdown has become The Great…
Worn Down Locked Down
What day was it tomorrow? Worn down locked down. We binged on tiger kings and tiger bread so…
The Queen And I, By MultipleMichael
Multiple Michael has again been digging up ancient pictures of my face with a baby beard, this time…
Flashback Friday #6 – Pied
Today’s Flashback Friday is Pied, a piece of theatre that I wrote back in 2010. Pied has three…
