Reflection
TRIGGER WARNING (a poem for the silent survivors) Between the trolley and the traffic cone, Flows the river, through the town, my home. When I lived there, I sought a way out: Alienated, ladette, academic lout. Between the trolley and the traffic cone, Flows the river, through the town, my home. I hate the radio;…
Writing in the Age of the Image
Writing in the Age of the Image – Morwenna Blackwood Was it Ernest Hemmingway who said we are verbs not nouns? If so, I can state without hesitation that I am (and have always been) a writer. And a reader. Those who taught me to read and write, I cannot thank you enough. My childhood…
Dr Killerton’s Black Dog
A Halloween treat of a short story, as promised (c) Morwenna Blackwood 2026, all rights reserved Unauthorised distribution or copying strictly prohibited. Rain sparkled on the laboratory windows with the unsteady light of sequins. It was gone eleven o’clock, and Dr Killerton’s green and gold academic lamp was still burning. It was almost literally burning…
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