Happy Seventeenth Birthday, Stokes

I'm hoping to enter a piece of work into a competition for short stories. Although with so many rules, I am equally hoping against my disqualification (because they're unecessarily strict like that).

Anyway, for those who haven't read it (and for those who have, I've made some slight modifications since last time, which seems an age ago!) here's ( Read more... )

I'm writing a novel.
I think it's time to. I don't hope to finish it soon; I hope for it to be a longitudinal obsession, one to last my many years, of hopefully not boredm, but passion and enticement, learning and the sweet, dizzying revision of my notes, draft pieces and ideas scrawled wherever I find the space to do so. I'll put a little note ( Read more... )

II

This was the place of your birth, this daytime palace,
This miracle of glass, whose every hall
The light as music fills, and on your face
Shines petal-soft; sunbeams are prodigal
To show you pausing at a picture's edge
To puzzle out the name, or with a hand
Resting a second on a random page -

The clouds cast moving shadows on the land.

Are you prepared ( Read more... )

'Havisham' ~ Carol Ann Duffy

Beloved sweetheart bastard. Not a day since then
I haven't wished him dead. Prayed for it
so hard I've dark green pebbles for eyes,
ropes on the back of my hands I could strangle with.

Spinster. I stink and remember. Whole days
in bed cawing Nooooo at the wall; the dress
yellowing, trembling if I open the wardrobe;
the slewed ( Read more... )

Unrelenting ( Read more... )

Beginning # 4  - (fiction based on true events.)

This was our day. We shared the beach with small specks of people, dusting the edges, along way off - we were together yet apart from them, a day that will be ours, as they never seemed apparent, whole, there. Solidity amongst the isolate beach, you formed a barricade against the last afternoon light ( Read more... )

A place where living wasn't to become inspired, where I was inspired to live, write and capture. Photography club; at face value was nothing special (so says my little bio. : "I attend a photography clubrun by a guy I know") but it was, looking back, in the miraculous light of hindsight. I still remember the first time ( Read more... )

 'Mute glorious Storyvilles / others may licence ( Read more... )

It's funny I spoke about failure last time.

I failed a test today - a literal one. I hope I failed no others. Assistance swiftly landed at my side. It's incredible how wet your hands can get when you inelegantly cry all over your skirt and essay-paper. It's incredible, moreover, a lot more-over, how people who were feeling as lost in the sea of ( Read more... )