Eleven: a poem, four years on

One of my very first posts when I started this blog back in 2014 was a poem to mark the centenary of the beginning of the First World War. I can clearly remember standing in silence at our town’s war memorial with a handful of others on a wet and windy Armistice Day in 2014, the […]

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Summer Haiku

Dreaming about summer already… Winter left behind  as blue skies bring summer sun that warms skin, gently I don’t write a lot of poetry, but when I do I really enjoy it. I particularly love the challenge of writing a haiku though I’m conscious that my limited skills in this style of poetry are reflected […]

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The Shelter Boy

Originally posted on My Bellyful:
‘Mr Abbott? Are you okay?’ My eyes open. A boy is watching me; I’m coughing. ‘Yes, yes. Sorry, David, I’m fine.’ I prise my face from the concrete wall and sit up straight, ‘Must have dozed off for a minute there.’ The boy is staring, his eyes fearful. I smile.…

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Love and…

Originally posted on My Bellyful:
‘Are you all right?’ Alison leans forward, a hand reaching out to touch Tim’s knee. ‘I’m fine. Really.’ ‘You’re very pale.’ ‘It’s the heat.’ He rearranges himself on the blanket, ‘I’m not very good with the heat.’ ‘You’ve always been okay with it before.’ ‘Well, it’s not normally this hot,…

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The Ultimate Writing Prompt

I’ve been fighting my way out of a writing rut recently; wrestling with intangible ideas, struggling to shape words into sentences. I find myself procrastinating, sitting in front of my computer idly searching the web, knowing that the best way to break the block is to write, no matter how awful the result. And yet… […]

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The Ins and Outs of the United States (with images)

In March this year I had the pleasure of visiting Ellis Island – America’s former immigration portal and home to my great-grandparents (William and Alice) for seven weeks during 1926. Walking through the empty rooms and hallways, knowing that my ancestors had once done the same, was a surreal yet enlightening experience and one that I […]

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Battle Lines

It was her face, I suppose, the way she looked at me; panic mixed with relief. It wasn’t an expression I was used to. In fact, I was braced for her usual “when will you learn to grow up” rant or her equally ineffective sigh of disappointment. But instead, as I pushed open the door […]

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You Gave Us Our Childhood

Originally posted on My Bellyful:
You gave us our childhood when we were too young To know what it meant and yet still we clung To your hand as you held us, to the scent of your clothes To the sound of your laughter, to the words that you chose You gave us your love…

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Rules To Live By, Part 3

It’s been a while since I posted the first two installments of this Tiny Tale, so if you need to refresh your memory, please follow the links: Rules To Live By, Part 1; Rules To Live By, Part 2. My father died shortly before my first child was born. Despite my grief, I found comfort in the […]

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Guest Post: Christmas, by David Grant

Originally posted on My Bellyful:
How many people this Christmas Know what Christmas is for? Eating and drinking and spending And parties by the score Do they know what they’re celebrating And what Christmas is for? Has it all been lost to commerce With everyone wanting more? Spending what they haven’t got On things they…

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Eleven

Originally posted on My Bellyful:
Beneath the curling clouds, white and darkest grey, A measly crowd align, on a cold and sodden day To take their silent solace, in a ritual long supported, And listen to the memory, of lives that once were thwarted. But a roll call of the dead, of names now lost…

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Rules to Live By, Part 2

This is part 2 of a 3 part story. Read part 1 here! It was during my early twenties that my relationship with The Rules reached a turning point. ‘How could you?’ cried Janine from amongst a tangled mass of floral bed linen. ‘How could you be so selfish, so spiteful?’ ‘Look, Janine, I’m sorry, […]

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Rules to Live By, Part 1 (& a big Happy Birthday to Bellyful of Art!)

Tomorrow is officially Bellyful of Art‘s 1st birthday!! To celebrate, I was planning on reblogging my first ever post, but I’ve been doing a lot of reblogging recently and I thought it was only fair that as a big fat present to my lovely readers (and to myself) I would publish a brand new story […]

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Cara

Originally posted on My Bellyful:
Cara had never been a patient person; in any respect. Now, she brought colour back to her cheeks with forceful tugs, bit the paleness from her mouth until red blistered her lips. She watched the clock, she waited. As she ran her fingers through her hair, she listened to the…

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The Bird Clock

The clock ticks. In time with its monotonous beat I find myself fidgeting: first with a strand of hair that curls mischievously from the centre of my tightly-wound bun, then with my hands, my skirt, the top button of my shirt. In the armchair next to me, Mrs Bentley is talking. I’m trying my best […]

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