Creative Writing / 04/08/2020 A modern house built on grey clouds

Old hoping thing Go gently now On those dark nights, Where rats huddle in the garden’s compost heap To hide with empty thoughts. Billowing across the street, a black hand demanding answers clutching on to the houses. Trying to rip the windows out of their frames, To leave them choking in a watery mess on...

Creative Writing, Venue / 04/08/2020 Hectic

Hectic. That’s the only word I have for today. Sure, it’s been in the works for months – I signed the agreement weeks ago – but nothing can prepare you for the moment the once empty, internet-trapped room becomes your castle.  Billy cried this morning. He – and I quote – wanted to know why...

Creative Writing, Venue / 04/08/2020 My Illness Has Teeth

  Debby asked me to keep a tally for the number of cups of coffee I drink per day. I keep the tally in my mind. Three so far today, I think. If decaf counts, then maybe four or five more. If strawberry infused green tea counts, then five or six. Maybe seven. Pushing eight...

#BLM, Creative Writing, Venue / 30/06/2020 Just Platonic?

There are relationships doomed to suffer, and relationships that make suffering. Like a cop who kisses his gun at night and lays it under his pillow. The only Black he dares to touch is the butt of his precinct-funded revolver; he tends her like a prized cow raised for slaughter, cocking his perverse killing machine....

#BLM, Creative Writing, Venue / 30/06/2020 #BlackLivesMatter

We see people in the streets: Eyes ablaze, voices loud, hearts angry; More aware of injustice than we’ve ever been.  We will not be silenced. We ask to be taught our past To know better, do better, be better – Statues are falling, attitudes are evolving, people are learning. We demand a better future. We...

#BLM, Creative Writing, Venue / 30/06/2020 Our Thoughts

This should not be happening in 2020. We are living in a time which promotes equality for all; No one should be hated. But others haven’t seemed to have gotten the memo. 2020 has proved that. The thorns on a deeply rooted bush Still blind some eyes to the injustice happening all around us, And...

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Creative Writing: I don’t like the dark

I don’t like the dark “There’s no shame in being a coward!” I told myself after an hour of keeping eyes completely shut and sitting still, thinking of what had happened to the light on this rainy autumn night? It could’ve been the fuses, sure but I’ve been listening to “The Cure” and what if…

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Creative Writing: Untitled

I’ve always been scared of wasps. It’s a silly little phobia, I know. They’re much more scared of me than I am of them, all I’ll get is a little sting, but they still freak me out. When I was eight I was stung on the hand and had to go to A&E. They said…

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Creative Writing: the fear of capitalisation

it isn’t often that you come across someone with the fear of capital letters, but when you do, better expect him to cover his ears when you describe yourself without the finesse of distancing yourself from your ‘self’. no word in this language is more definite in its capitalisation and without any synonym than the…

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Creative Writing: Uninvited Guest

Knock knock Fear at my door Knock knock “Go away, I’m busy. Come back tomorrow.” Knock knock Knock knock Knock knock “Okay, okay, come in.” Fear is a terrible guest. Rampant, It wreaks havoc in my house. Crack, it stomps on my ambition Crash, there goes my initiative Splash, it spills doubt all over my…


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