Tag: writing

2-in-1: a Christmas poem for all the December babies

cat sitting by the fire, purring Elvis sings blue Christmas to the grinding of wind up toys smells of food, fire, and pine needles treasured ornaments twirl gently like girls with new skirts box for me with striped foil paper tag reads ‘merry christmas’;…

Monthly Update – December 2018

A monthly update for March about writing, current projects, and other miscellany.

Monthly Update – September 2018

Monthly update dropping like these crisp autumn leaves

A monthly update for March about writing, current projects, and other miscellany.

Blood, Sweat, and Tears in Reality

figure silhouetted against a spiral of sparks and flame

A flash fiction story based on the single-word prompt ‘twist’.

Find someone who inspires you.

Monthly Update – July 2018

A monthly update for March about writing, current projects, and other miscellany.

Winchester Writers’ Festival

winchester writers festival

Last week I got to spend the whole day amongst my fellow creative types at Winchester’s 38th Writers’ Festival. It would have been great to spend the whole weekend there, taking full advantage, but I just had neither the bandwidth nor the finances to…

Poetry Prompts: Sand

Accumulating in my eyes Pouring through an hourglass Turrets climbing into the skies A castle never built to last A new commodity Shipped to the wealthiest beaches Oh what a peculiar oddity The way nothing escapes capitalism’s reaches Beneath my toes Shifting in the…

Monthly Update – June 2018

A monthly update for March about writing, current projects, and other miscellany.

Monthly Update – May 2018

A monthly update for March about writing, current projects, and other miscellany.

Monthly Update – April 2018

A monthly update for April about writing, current projects, and other miscellany.

You lost your pen (The Pen Saga)

For the uninitiated, this is a continuation from a couple prompts in March 2018’s #WritingBored hashtag game on Twitter. You race to the docks, knowing each minute without your pen is valuable words unwritten. Your story is dissolving before your eyes, as surely as…