It’s all in your mind …
Moths
I wonder about moths. They need (moon)light to navigate their lives, even to the point of perceiving which way is up. Presumably, they recognise the cold quality of the light of the moon. Yet, in the early morning, as I commute through country lanes under a clear January sky, while the moon sits on high,…
Mind Works
A poem written while on codeine. Mr Tourniquet in cubicle 6 watches the birds from his window. His environs are faded yellow and blue; his soundtrack a series of beeps. They bring him tablets and jugs of water; they take his order for lunch. He pretends he’s not seeing, hearing and smelling, but has nothing…
A Metaphor for Everything
A stretch of long, straight road, with a 50mph limit. There are double white lines up the whole length of the road, because there are a lot of twists, turns and adjoining roads. Open farmland, edged with old trees, surround. It’s just after 7am, and mine is the only vehicle in sight. It’s a warm,…
The Dressing Room
Resistance, it seems to me, is refusing to share your innermost thoughts. An illusion of rebellion tempts us to spew our consciences all over the place. All the media platforms are full of it: This is me! Here I am! Look, here I am with make-up and a filter, and here I am in my…
STOP!
(A piece of off-the-cuff flash fiction.) Things were finally adding up. When she clicked back into the here-and-now, the football had finished, and the proceeding advert for a betting site almost had. The first words Less heard were, when the fun stops, stop. She thought, yes, that’s only sensible, and wondered how best to take the advice.…
“I don’t know, but I’ve got a Lamborghini!” (Photos Against Nihilism)
What are we afraid of? I was thinking about my day job, this morning. Somehow, we are getting less and less done, despite having all the mod cons, and a purpose-built, hi-spec building in which to work. We have regular training, and meetings, that we never used to have. We talk about well-being all the…
This is Always Yesterday
I walked home in the rain. The sky was heavy and grey. I felt heavy and grey. It was hot. I was hot, sweating in Mum’s navy-blue blazer and my ripped jeans. Although I’d been given my diagnosis two years ago, I was unaware that depression and OCD could affect you physically as well as…
Cutting It
A brilliant writer-friend of mine, Val Penny, asked me if I’d like to write a few hundred words on writing, for her blog. This is what I sent her: So. You’ve always wanted to be a writer, have you? Mmm. We’ve never heard that before! Oh, and you’ve actually written a novel, have you? Mmm.…
What Are We Going To Have For Tea?
It was an anniversary of my Mum’s death recently. She died not long before my son – K – was born. On the day of the anniversary, I didn’t really feel sad – I was getting on with things as usual – so I felt bad for not feeling sad when everyone else was feeling…
New dawn
I’m thrilled to announce that I have just signed a four-book contract with #SpellBoundBooks! It’s great to be part of the group, and I’m very much looking forward to working with Sumaira and Nikki. The first book in the Glasshouse series, The (D)Evolution of Us, will be published in Spring 2025. Watch this space!
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Morwenna Blackwood, Author 