BlueFalcon1983

Writers Block…

Writers Block… Writers block, like bow-peep’s lost flock words escape me Lines and white spaces berate me, images flee Caged imagination begging see me and free me Oh! How I hate thee writers block.

Mum Her home in two places can be One her family, is she? The other a mother. Life can be smothered I ritual suffered. Her fresh bread dedication A clean house meditation. Church and then home Regulated, lovingly grown. I fail. I fail the ‘I do’s.’ I fail to choose. I’m wanting more I’m takingContinue reading “Poems from writing retreat”

Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner

Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner Winner, Winner, chicken dinner! That was what we would call out when we guessed correctly which form the potatoes took every Sunday as a child. Sunday dinner was a must in our family. It was the only time we were allowed in mum’s kitchen to cook with her. It wasContinue reading “Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner “

It’s beginning to hurt.

James Lasdun, winner of this year’s inaugural national short story prize wrote ‘It’s Beginning to Hurt’ in just 500 words. we were set the challenge of borrowing one of his character’s and write their story within the same, or near to. time frame. so this is Beginning to Hurt from Derrick’s view in 460 words. It’s beginningContinue reading “It’s beginning to hurt.”