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23 Random & Not So Random Reasons Why I Love Steampunk
Being a List of the Various, Sundry, and Indeed Random Reasons I Enjoy Steampunk, with Occasional Interruptions by Weasels, Stoats, & a Badger Who Likes to Play Suduko, as Well as Praise for the Beauty that is Doncaster Mansion … Continue reading
Posted in Art, Books, List, Writing
Tagged A Yorkshireman in Ohio, charm bracelet, Craig Hallam, creativity, Cthulu, Doctor Who, Doncaster, Greaveburn, HG Welles, Hopeless Maine, Nimue Brown, Professor Elemental, Rewind, Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock Jones and the Geek Interventionist, Steampunk, Tom Brown, War of the Worlds, When Stoats Go Wrong, writing
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“Bile”
Some flash fiction for you. Warning: do not eat while reading. I wanted that dress. I mean, brick through the pvc window; alarm goes off; blood on shattered glass, and hands, and frock; dress itself proper shredded as I drag … Continue reading
A Tale of Two Libraries
“There is no love without loss.” When I walked into the British Library, or, later that same day, the Poetry Library, I wasn’t thinking of my sister, who’s a medical librarian. I wasn’t even thinking of my late mother, who … Continue reading
Posted in Books, grief, mental health, Poetry, Writing
Tagged bipolar, British Library, family, grief, libraries, London, Nelson Mandela, poetry, Poetry Library, Stephanie Cage, Sylvia Plath, Ted Hughes, Ted Hughes Festival 2017, The Bell Jar, writing
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Lurgy, the Protestant Work Ethic, & Me
Warnings for: self pity, hacking cough, the smell of onions, strong likelihood of swearing. I spotted the happy looking little chap with the bow tie, and arresting blue eyes, over the weekend, at a writing day with some writerly friends. … Continue reading
