Hi there! Over on my Instagram, I’ve started doing a “Short Story Sunday,” and I thought it would be good to bring that over onto this as well, as mostly I just write poetry. This is a little story that I wrote on the train today, which I hope you enjoy. John looked out the … More The Tunnel: A Short Story
It has been FAR too long since I wrote on here, but I’m trying to bring it back. Summer job hunting, essays, on-going exam revision, you know how it gets, but I want to be a writer so I better do some, y’know, writing… Here’s a poem for you from this morning. My creative brain … More The Perils Of A Daydreaming Writer: A Poem
Broken fingers bleed ink, Bone-nib pen protrudes from an open wound, Life-blood of words that drips away, Draining a finite pool, until at last, Empty and dry, the author lies, Cracked skin over the fresh page, Deformed fingers listless; And her words live on without her.
What are these humble words That trickle through this space, that thus define The infinite, these closet sounds, That dance like fire in the wind And give me a name; What are these words?
Hi there! I hope you enjoy this poem that I wrote this evening about the nature of words. Feel free to share it if you enjoyed it, and I’d love it if you could give me some feedback with your thoughts! Thanks x Not all things can be thus reduced to words; Not all sensations … More The Pen Is Not As Mighty As We Thought: A Poem
She sits, fingers tapping, eyes darting, A desire burning without formation or creation; She wants to write; Something beautiful, something heartfelt, Something that will touch deeply and emotionally Without coming across as cheesy, Cliche; She wants to write something inspiring and insightful, Something earnest and delightful, Something thought-provoking, and truthful; But in these desires she … More Grappling With Idealism: A Poem
And here I stand, Deserted by the ship of Inspiration That has long since sailed Away; surrounded by the waves of indecision, Stranded on the cruel tide Of writer’s block. No matter. For I shall build a raft from the trees grown From the seeds of routine, Fed by the waters of practice and habit, … More Writer’s Block Island: A Poem
Hi there! This is a poem that I drafted fairly recently, but needed a bit of work, and I think I’ve got it to where I want it this evening, so I hope you enjoy. You gave me roses, And a piece of my heart in A box full of smoke, and Somewhere else you … More Gift: A Poem
Hi there! These are the first and the last two stanzas of a poem I’ve been working on and would appreciate getting some feedback on if you could spare a minute? The premise of the poem is both bridging and creating the gap that exists between the author/poet and their work, or how the reader … More Work-in-Progress Poetry Extract: ‘I Am the Author; You do not Know Me’
“What should I write about?” I turn to my friend. She shrugs. “I don’t know.” Minutes tick by, slowly, as the screen stares idly back it me, its bright whiteness flickering, visible pixels on the old school chromebooks. My hands rest on the keys, ready to write down the brilliance of my ideas – but … More The Creative Process: An Extract
Hi there! I’m very tired today from beating my personal best in a half marathon this morning, so I’ve gone for a short little haiku this afternoon. Enjoy! My thoughts drift like clouds In a cooling summer’s breeze; Scattered by the wind.
Hi there! This is a little something I wrote this afternoon. I’m also really happy at the moment, because one of my best friends bought me a typewriter as an early birthday present today, and I can’t wait to write on it! Anyway, I hope you this little extract 🙂 It was a grey day. … More Writer: An Extract