The Mime Artist
Here’s an autobiographical story about a job I once had. I was not the mime artist in the traditional sense- but I did spend 6 months miming the keyboard for… Read More »The Mime Artist
Here’s an autobiographical story about a job I once had. I was not the mime artist in the traditional sense- but I did spend 6 months miming the keyboard for… Read More »The Mime Artist
Llanelli Via Yorkshire is a poem about coming home- written as part of a People Speak Up session. Image of Llanelli from oldukphotos.com Bored in tin towns with thin frowns… Read More »Llanelli Via Yorkshire
The Spaces Between Billions of atoms building blocks cram-packed into nothing into silent gaps into pauses once they were everything and will be again forever and never. Amen Making Space… Read More »Spaces
I heard the words that [passed away in the growing void echo- please stay
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I’m sharing something a little different today- something which is not my own work. I’d like to showcase the talents of Anisha in the first-ever guest post on this site!… Read More »Guest Post- Pilgrimage of a Garden Chair
For all of you who love a good set of creative writing prompts, I’ve rounded up and caught ten prompts to get your creative juices flowing. If you don’t know… Read More »Writing Prompts #27
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“Split Between Screens and Screams” is part 5 in a series. It uses the writing prompt “he was a husk of the person he used to be.” 1: Sequins, Stardust, and… Read More »Split Between Screens and Screams
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It’s been a while since I last posted any new writing prompts on this page. My apologies to those that regularly used to visit to use the prompts that I… Read More »Writing Prompts #26
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I was recently diagnosed with Cyclothymia. After my mood severely dropped during the lockdown, and I started getting uncontrollable suicidal thoughts, I ended up having to pay a visit to… Read More »What is Cyclothymia? My Experience of Cyclothymia
I’ve recently started taking some new medication called Abilify to stabilise my moods. Because I can go from one extreme to the other quite rapidly, I need something that holds… Read More »Baseline
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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… Read More »Finding Your Mojo: 6 Ways To Erase Writer’s Block
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… Read More »Spoken Word Saturday #2
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… Read More »That’s When I See You
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Another Twinkling God is part four in a flash fiction series. It follows on from: Part 1: Sequins, Stardust, and Rust Part 2: From a Rainbow to a Tragedy Part 3: Dead… Read More »Another Twinkling God
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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… Read More »Physical Education
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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… Read More »The Invisible Strings
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Part 3 of this flash fiction series “Dead Stars Become Black Holes” uses the prompt “this will ruin everything,” as given to me by Aspasía S. Bissas. Part 1: Sequins,… Read More »Dead Stars Become Black Holes
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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… Read More »Cyclothymia
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! In life, he’d… Read More »From a Rainbow to a Tragedy
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… Read More »Flashback Friday #7 – Dreaming of Walls
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… Read More »Nowhere More Familiar
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… Read More »Sequins, Stardust and Rust