Writings

Dandelion

Sitting for the first time alone,  having bid goodbye to your weeping mother  at the cusp of college term,  dusk lifts your dandelion hair against the orange stone,  and you are caught […]

In Memory

There was no single moment of goodbye Just a tapdance of last times Each blissfully, beautifully unaware That they were the last of their kind. I did not want you to end […]

The Songs Remain

Communications are getting Scrambled. Once knew three languages, complete with traditional songs. Transcribed politics with my typewriter, Romanced my love with the same, Poems tapped on round, chapped keys – The rubbed […]

The River’s Lament

How can I convince you, I’m a river not a sewer?! I wasn’t always caged in Victorian walls, raging in the dark of an underground vein, sunlight dust-diluted, broken by gratings. My […]

The Magic Mooring

Geshel tied the mooring ropes tight and sat cradling his tea. This mooring had never been free before. It was popular. A comfortable day’s journey from Cabrin, only a few hours from Bow market, […]

Forest

Sunshine cracks through the canopy. Mushrooms, like white blood cells, tranquilise time. There is no ending of things. When the light goes, only badgers and deer will know we are here.  In […]

Golden Apple

Oh that thing? It’s actually quite a relic Academics insist  It was brought to a wedding And started a war. I find it a bore – kitsch decor. It’s a perpetual regift.

Geralt and Jaskier’s Quest of Zoom

Geralt: gruffly. I can see you, can you see me? Jaskier: gesticulates excitedly. Jaskier: is on mute. Geralt: You’re silent, Jaskier. Granted that’s an agreeable change. But the sooner we have this […]

Measure

I wear  My mother’s floral shirt she sewed When she was 18 years old My grandma’s jumper, knit from thrift A silken skirt Her mother’s parting gift Treasure of years, with ragged […]

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"The truth is usually just an excuse for a lack of imagination."
~ Elim Garak

About

My longer writing projects are all hidden safe in the laptop, under the cat, with filenames like ‘ch. 3 third attempt’, ‘untitled’ and ‘a dramatic thing maybe’. However, here you can find some of my shorter creative scribblings!

I write short stories for fun, or to flesh out the worlds of my longer stories. When I have emotions, or wine, I tend to write poetry.


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