Llanelli Via Yorkshire
Peter Wyn Mosey Llanelli Via Yorkshire is a poem about coming home- written as part of a People Speak Up session.…
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Spaces
The Spaces Between Billions of atoms building blocks cram-packed into nothing into silent gaps into pauses once they…
Writing Collaboration #19 -Echoes
I heard the words that [passed away in the growing void echo- please stay
Guest Post- Pilgrimage of a Garden Chair
I’m sharing something a little different today- something which is not my own work. I’d like to showcase…
Writing Prompts #27
For all of you who love a good set of creative writing prompts, I’ve rounded up and caught…
Split Between Screens and Screams
“Split Between Screens and Screams” is part 5 in a series. It uses the writing prompt “he was…
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.…
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…
