There’s nothing worse than a blank page. You sit down to write and all you see is emptiness staring back at you. If you experience writer’s block, you’re not alone. We all do at some point. But what can you do when all the words you want to say escape you? How do you fill theContinueContinue reading “Finding Your Mojo: 6 Ways To Erase Writer’s Block”
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Spoken Word Saturday #2
As part of this month’s Peoplespeakup Spoken Word Saturday lockdown non-gathering I submitted a video of me reading “You can believe what you want but it doesn’t make it the truth” I’d love it if you checked it out. PeopleSpeakUp is a Llanelli-based social arts, health and well-being enterprise. They run story-telling groups and hostContinueContinue reading “Spoken Word Saturday #2”
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. I’m not a very good listener. I am not very good at paying attention. But it is a skill that I want to learn. How good are you at seeing and hearing other people? What advice wouldContinueContinue reading “That’s When I See You”
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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 Manc music icon wants to sully their name by saying something stupid. This time, it was the turn of Bernard Sumner of Joy Division/ New Order fame with his “Welshist” comments in the wake of WelshContinueContinue reading “This Joyless Division Will Tear Us Apart- QMT”
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Another Twinkling God
Another Twinkling God is part four in a flash fiction series. It follows on from: Part 1: Sequins, Stardust, and Rust Part 2:Â From a Rainbow to a Tragedy Part 3: Dead Stars Become Black Holes If you’d like to give me a writing prompt for a future part, I’d love to try and work in anythingContinueContinue reading “Another Twinkling God”
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Physical Education
Physical Education I don’t often write autobiographical pieces, but thought I’d purge in literary form. I have a lot of memories of physical education, this one sticks with me the most. The out of tune cellos had faded into the evaporating rain. We were on the pitted concrete pitch penned in like caged beasts. IContinueContinue reading “Physical Education”
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The Invisible Strings
The Invisible Strings Here’s a very short poem that I wrote in a PeopleSpeakUp Zoom workshop today. It’s a bit different from my normal style. I hope you all enjoy it! I wonder many things like- how does the moon hide the invisible strings to pull the tide? Or- how the great sky runs onContinueContinue reading “The Invisible Strings”
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Dead Stars Become Black Holes
Dead Stars Become Black Holes Part 3 of this flash fiction series “Dead Stars Become Black Holes” uses the prompt “this will ruin everything,” as given to me by AspasÃa S. Bissas. Part 1: Sequins, Stardust, and Rust Part 2: From a Rainbow to a Tragedy If you’d like to provide a prompt for aContinueContinue reading “Dead Stars Become Black Holes”
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Cyclothymia
There. is. nothing. Hours. days. weeks. Nothing. Thoughtless voids of calming drought. Scratching. Nothing. Scratching. Scratching at the words that flow fast and free bouncing joy from the skies the rainbow the line at the edge of forever. Sonic with invincibility. I’m the infinite lives hack. My thoughts are so strong you cannot touch meContinueContinue reading “Cyclothymia”
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). If anyone wants more, I can continue…let me know! From a Rainbow to a Tragedy In life, he’d been a rainbow, but in death, his life was spun into tragedy. Blackened. The rush to review his lyricsContinueContinue reading “From a Rainbow to a Tragedy”
Flashback Friday #7 – Dreaming of Walls
Dreaming of Walls It’s been a while since I last posted a Flashback Friday, however, buoyed by the fact that in the last 48 hours I’ve had more page-views than in the whole of April combined (hello and thank you, new followers!!) I thought I’d share some of my older work. I have recently beenContinueContinue reading “Flashback Friday #7 – Dreaming of Walls”
Nowhere More Familiar
Nowhere More Familiar There is nowhere more familiar than 96 pixels per inch — than 26 lines of acid ruled, A5 pages, blank. These voids used to fill me with dread — but the blank page this soulless empty is the space I know best Just a quick one-minute poem about my appreciation of theContinueContinue reading “Nowhere More Familiar”
Sequins, Stardust and Rust
Sequins, Stardust, and Rust It was just sequins and stardust and rust that sputtered from the dead singer’s mouth. No more words. Twenty-seven and finally ticking the last cliche off the checklist before heading to the great gig in the sky. Dead on stage for the world to see. Dead on stage for the tik-tokContinueContinue reading “Sequins, Stardust and Rust”
You can believe what you want but it doesn’t make it the truth
You can believe what you want but it doesn’t make it the truth- a poem by peter wyn mosey As the internet creaks with lockdown fueled conspiracy theories with racist connotations, and we have to endure jokes about kung-flu, it really does remind me that you can believe what you want, but it doesn’t makeContinueContinue reading “You can believe what you want but it doesn’t make it the truth”
Spoken Word Saturday
Last week, for Peoplespeakup’s online gathering of Spoken Word Saturday, I had my piece Worn Down Locked Down featured (Go and read it, if you haven’t already done so!). Peoplespeakup is a local social art group that uses spoken word, writing, and storytelling for building community and well-being. I don’t really very often read anythingContinueContinue reading “Spoken Word Saturday”
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 Spring Clean (that’s how it’ll be referred to in the history books at least) I’ve been purging. I need to do an emotional purge and learn to let negatives go. I’ve been hitting a bit of aContinueContinue reading “as i purge my soul.”
Worn Down Locked Down
What day was it tomorrow? Worn down locked down. We binged on tiger kings and tiger bread so long that I lost time down the back of the sofa along with the TV remote. The sky has been either black or blue. Never grey or white. And now it could be yesterday or it couldContinueContinue reading “Worn Down Locked Down”
Flashback Friday #6 – Pied
Image by chris s from Pixabay Today’s Flashback Friday is Pied, a piece of theatre that I wrote back in 2010. Pied has three acts. Each act portrays a different viewpoint of a pandemic, referencing theories and versions of the Pied Piper’s story. I wanted to share the whole of the last act of PiedContinueContinue reading “Flashback Friday #6 – Pied”
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Does Anyone Else Feel…?
Does anyone else feel as though whenever they do anything non-pandemic related, such as unlock the car, or let the dog out to the yard, that they are seven minutes into a disaster movie? There is no non-diegetic music. We only see the characters in a cut frame. A hand. An arm. We see themContinueContinue reading “Does Anyone Else Feel…?”
Exciting Writing Prompts #25
Are you stuck indoors hiding from the coronavirus and looking for some exciting writing prompts to keep you busy? Well fear not, here are the prompts that you need for your next writing project! Having a creative challenge might be just what you need to lift your spirits and give you some distraction from theContinueContinue reading “Exciting Writing Prompts #25”
The Last Living Tree On Earth
The last living tree on earth had grown weary of breathing for the whole planet. Its arms stretched out holding sway against the wind. And for what? This scorched earth below, crawling with parasites with bottled gasses to keep themselves alive? These reckless hubristic masters of the universe. These multiplying deities with their technologies andContinueContinue reading “The Last Living Tree On Earth”
Writing Collaboration #18 – Moving
It seems like forever since I last posted a writing collaboration. I do still have a couple in my inbox, so apologies to anyone who has been waiting for a long time for me to get to them. Life seems so hectic this year and I cannot believe that I have just blinked and itContinueContinue reading “Writing Collaboration #18 – Moving”