Some people on Twitter just cannot contain themselves to 140 characters. Here's a selection of some of their writings from their own blogs. Like Twitter, it's a mash up of the deeply personal to highly whimsical, with some great creative & visual art thrown in as well. Hope you enjoy it.

Black Lake on Experimental Fiction

Black lake, with shores of shattered bone, An evil place, so cold like stone, Where carrion hangs and bodies rot, Where wounded souls are soon forgot. Black lake, with waves that rock the boat, All prayers are lost though said by rote, Where mists conceal the waiting eyes, Where calling voices spread their lies. Black […]...

Writing back into it on Wild Writes

I had a job interview last week, I didn’t get the job. It was a (very) part-time, temporary post, but I still would have liked it as the department looked ace. I did, of course, put a lot of preparation and thought into it. (Not going to whine: this preparation isn’t wasted as I can use it with my creative writing groups and future interviews.) This meant that last week the work towards PhD thesis completion was a little limited...

Wait For Me on Experimental Fiction

I saw this news story today, http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-41310591 and it inspired me to write this. I hope you like it… As darkness comes, your eyes to dim, The endless sleep set to begin, Wait for me, dear, wait for me. As now your show comes to its end, The winding path you’re set to wend, Wait […]...

Blood Cancer Awareness Month on My progress and recovery from Chronic Myeloid Leukaemia

Words.  I don’t really know what to write.  I don’t really know why I am doing this other than a need to write.  September is blood cancer awareness month by the way.  Blood cancer.  Two words.  Covers 134 different types of diagnosis.  The 3rd biggest diagnosis in the UK.  Combined, all the blood cancers together are the 5th biggest killer in the UK.  By the way.  More than breast or prostate....

Snapshot 7 on Experimental Fiction

I want to find a door, a door that no one has opened. It will be hidden behind leaves of the deepest, truest green, through which the sun cannot penetrate. Old, weathered, warped by years of neglect. Written on the door will be the words “for you”, and I will know that it doesn’t mean […]...

Solva Seaweed: Open Source Art Means Nothing is Ever Done on Nor

This is a new set of visual compositions inspired by watching drifting clumps of seaweed in Solva harbour.
The images were initially collaged onto cellophane layers, then digitized. Just as the tide moves and shapes are never finished, always being reconfigured, so an open source design is never 'done'. Each composition is a provisional arrangement of the six...

Some plans & schemes & ‘better dreams’ on Wild Writes

Hello hello to the readers of these irregular dispatches. Hope all’s well in your worlds.

Wow, August was physically and mentally exhausting. Bit glad that it’s done with, to be honest with you! Phew. It’s the last month of pulling my PhD thesis together and I can make out some dim light at the end of the dark tunnel (is that an angler fish? Best not think too hard about it).  So, yeah, anyway, that was...

What about Eve? on My Opinion About Things

‘Where the hell is Eve?!’ Burt shouted, after stumbling downstairs, still sleepdrunk. He had heard an unusual noise from the backyard. Which had made him decide to walk towards the sound. Which had now resulted in him seeing what it was that made that sound. It was one of those moments, that simply only ever […]...

Mortdecai on My Opinion About Things

Oh how I enjoyed this film. Johnny Depp in a good old Willy Wonka/Mad Hatter-type of character named Charlie Mortdecai. Who is married to a lovely lady (played so nicely by Gwyneth Palthrow) and they’re about to become bankrupt, unless they sell a thing or two. >Juggling some angry Russians, the British Mi5, his impossibly […]...

Trump on My Opinion About Things

OK I should start this blog by saying I was wrong about Trump. I truly was. I mean I already knew he was one of the most stupid men on this entire planet by the way he proceeded his campaign. Being a strong leader takes more than simply smearing someone else by repeating only some […]...

I Know Who Killed Me on My Opinion About Things

Don’t be fooled by the description of the film that this is in fact a sort of murder mystery. It’s actually anything but. It’s a ‘look at me, I’m Lindsay Lohan’ catwalk and nothing else. I have no idea why Julia Ormond and Neal McDonough even bothered to show up. The acting is appalling, not […]...

The Cock On The Beach That Didn’t Crow on My Opinion About Things

This is a story, based on true happened events. Names, places and several details have been altered though. When the body of a man is found on shore in the water of Luing, Scotland, there is no-one to claim the body. Nobody seems to miss or have missed the man at all, even though his […]...

Meet The Robinsons on My Opinion About Things

This is a wonderful film about a boy, Lewus, who was dropped off at an orphanage as a baby, and is trying so hard to get adopted. And fails at every attempt. You see, Lewis is a little inventor, but unfortunately, all of his inventions fail. Every time he tries to impress people who come […]...

Muriel’s Wedding on My Opinion About Things

This lovely and funny film is about Muriel (amusingly played by Toni Colette), a girl from Porpoise Spit, Australia, who really only has one dream: to get married. Hence the title of the film. There’s a few problems though, the most important one being Muriel doesn’t actually have a boyfriend. It’s not like she doesn’t […]...

3096 Days on My Opinion About Things

This film, that shows the kidnapping, captivity and escaping of Natascha Kampusch from Wolfgang Prikopil, is a bit of a weird one. Based on Natascha’s autobiography, it has very moving moments, especially of the young Natascha (beautifully and intensely play by Amelia Pidgeon) who begs her kidnapper for food, stating that she hasn’t eaten in […]...

The Danish Girl on My Opinion About Things

This film, based on a story that was modified so many times that the endresult no longer matches any previous happenings with reality, is therefor an interesting bio that never seems to have happened. Simple storyline: married couple (Gerda and Einar Wegener) are both painters. They have been trying to conceive a child for a […]...

Lay Before You on Experimental Fiction

The last I see, as I pay my due, Lunar light, a kind of blue, It casts a glow across your skin, As I lay before you bleeding. The last I hear, as I say goodbye, Evening birds, they fly so high, It drowns the words I want to say, As I lay before you […]

Stand In A Room on Experimental Fiction

Stand in a room, Be one with peace. No sound to disturb, No noise, all has ceased. Stand in a room, Be one on your own, No friends to stand by, No lover to own. Sit in a room, Be still and reserved. No need to feel lost, No voices, not heard. Sit in a […]

Forgotten Once Again on Experimental Fiction

Just like that, we were OK. A single kiss was all it took, To still the air, the walls that shook, Such hatred in a single look, Forgotten once again. Just like that, we were alright. A hand across the new divide, To bride the gap, grown far too wide, The painful thorn stuck in […]...

Hunt on Experimental Fiction

Exquisite terror, heart that beats; I take my flesh, I take my meat, To hunt, to kill, the pleasure black, Lose oneself, when prey to track. Pitiful pleading, knees that bend; I take my blood, to hell I send, To chase, to catch, the horror dark, Find oneself, when prey is marked. Animal feeding, life […]...

On anxiety, “procraftination”, and academia on Wild Writes

Content warning: some of this blog post discusses anxiety, depression, still birth.

This is possibly the most personal – but hopefully helpful – post that I have done (and think I will do) on this site.  Over the last few years, I have changed and the Wild Writes project will change too. Here we go.  

In this blog I’m going to talk about coping mechanisms through creative practice, how I...

Science Fiction on My Opinion About Things

The thing with science fiction seems to be: you don’t realise it’s either your cup-of-tea or not, until you read some. So many specific types of persons seem to like it (a.k.a. ‘the nerdy ones’), that if you don’t consider yourself to be one of ‘those’ you’ll be like ‘neh, scifi just ain’t for me’. […]...

Princess Chana and the King of the Monkeys (or, How the Monkeys got their laugh) on Experimental Fiction

I am sure you have all heard the monkeys laugh. Of course you have. As they climb and swing and dance in the trees, you have heard them screaming and crying out. That is their laugh! But do you ever wonder how they learned to laugh? Well… Once upon a time, when the world was […]...

What I Want on Experimental Fiction

To lay once more amongst your dreams, To share a bed, and dull the screams, To fight the demons of the night, To keep away those things that fright, To wrap you in my holding arms, To keep you free and safe from harm, To warm you when the nights are cold, To carry you […]...

Hanging on Experimental Fiction

The sky is clear, and I am old, At last I have been caught. With all my clever schemes and plans, Alas they are for nought. Passion’s crime, that of the heart, Excuses could be used, But in the end I’m evil’s host, And all my trust abused. The hemp that forms my collar tight, […]...

Strange Fruit on Experimental Fiction

What hangest there, ‘midst corpses cold? Strange fruit ‘pon trees of bone, so old. A taste of poisoned flesh, tho’ spoiled, The nectar from within like oil. Amongst the unnamed tombs, so bare, Strange fruit, so pregnant hanging there. Dark shadows cast, bone orchard limbs, As fingers pointing out thy sins. To tread amongst the […]...

Still Here on My progress and recovery from Chronic Myeloid Leukaemia

I've been meaning to write for weeks. I know there are those who read this who want to know how I am. My lovely Bloodwise ambassador lot. But I haven't had the headspace. Or rather. If I'm being honest. I haven't given myself the headspace. 

It's been a rough few weeks. Last week was fucking awful. Really bad fatigue came out of nowhere and it was like a fucking massive punch in the face. And Bosutinib was meant to be better....

Madness on Experimental Fiction

This howling melody, from deep Within the soul, Calling out to madness, insanity The goal. An orchestra of voices, A symphony of noise, All for want of peaceful rest, the darkness of a hole. The sharp cacophony, from down Within the depths, Pleading with the sadness, psychosis Before death. A performance of screaming, An orgy […]...

clean. on Basement of my Brain

 

a clean slate they say, as though history is chalk

and can be washed away with just a little water.

I’d have lost you to the rain countless times, love.

 

no, we’ll not go down that easily. we fought through storms,

figurative and literal; waves over that little sailing ship,

there you go again, saving my life.

 

yet now here we are, or rather here I am

and here you aren’t, and...

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