Ask (Poetry)
WORDS: she asks herself and asks again. as her voice breaks like floral porcelains, she picks up the pieces. it …
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Haiku Poetry: On Dreams and Memories
WORDS:A lucid mirageFaint elusive memoriesReason redundant. Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube Channel Thank you for watching!
Arson (Poetry)
WORDS:at the dark red dusk, the monsoon flooded raining kerosene and paraffin trickles of oil lashed like lightning leaving imprint …
Lesson From A Paper Crane (Poetry)
WORDS: Examine the flailing weeks fold itself like paper;as it cuts the days, tucks in the minutes and creases the …
A Simple Tool To Track Creative Writing Opportunities
This blog post will provide you with a free Excel worksheet that allows you to organise your creative opportunities in …
Injustice (Poetry)
WORDS: vacuum darkens the mind. with the skin pleading against the light, there the sears of charcoal singe the barren …
Prose/Short Story: Goodbye Magazine By Hannah Williams
****Trigger Warning: Contains themes of suicide**** We’ve been doing this for the past four years, ever since we read it …
3 AM (Poetry)
WORDS: at 3.am the news wades on the white Calla- lily porcheach held breath praysprobing for the serenity of the …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Fifty Five: For Me by Hannah Williams
if i could change a thoughtand have clarity transparent like a brook i would think for me. if i could …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Fifty Four: A Land of Honey and Milk by Hannah Williams
a silhouette shawled in titanium with footsteps soft as silk. a graceless poise pierces the back promising a land of …
Haiku Poetry: Sunrise
Sunrise (Haiku) The silent sunrise Sits softly on the lake’s ripples, Without permission. Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube Channel Thank …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Fifty- Daughter Of A Yellow Sun By Hannah Williams
The shards of bottles and debris on the road sinks into the bare feet. The crimson liquid trickles upward. The …
Haiku Poetry: Grass
Grass (Haiku) Blades of emerald, Sway to the wind’s lullaby. A sad futile tune. Please like, comment and subscribe to …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Forty Nine- Frown Lines
When the voice was stolen and she could sing no more, the frown formed and the lines found solace on …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Forty Six: There Will Always Be A Rainbow By Hannah Williams
A rainbow formed after the raindrops and the sunlight kissed the vapour. Melting the chaos and illuminating the future. A …
Prose/Short Story: Too Late By Hannah Williams (Microfiction)
When memories become distant, the mind strives to hold onto whatever remains. Yet, I was determined not to forget. Especially …
Book Review: Don’t Call Us Dead By Danez Smith
Don’t Call Us Dead is a poetry collection which I found quite heavy to read due to the depth and …
Why I Write Haikus?
Writing haikus has been a simple yet complex process because I am aware that the English form of haikus is …
An Analysis of ‘The Silver Swan’ by Anon
The silver swan, who living had no note, When death approached unlocked her silent throat, Leaning her breast against the …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Forty Four: Of Who We Are By Hannah Williams
What do you say to me? When you’re done selling broken dreams? Whilst tears fall down my cheeks like bitter …
Prose/Short Story: Red Soil (Micro Fiction)
The footpath leading to the lake where she walked barefoot with the red soil discolouring her bronze skin. As the …
Prose/Short Story: The Telling Gaze Of A Caged Bird
Solitary is bitter to starving souls searching for freedom but freedom is what I have always dreamt of. A world …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Forty Three: Imagine By Hannah Williams
Imagine a garden An elusive garden. You walk past the willow tree It reflects your silenced state. Yet you do …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Forty Two- The Seed By Hannah Williams
A seed seeking sunlight swells and sweats. Through its seed coat. Shooting taproot in the soil. Submerged it pokes its …
The Children’s Society Writing Competition- What Does It Mean To Be Awkward?- (Character Ideas And Writing Prompts)
The Children’s Society has launched a campaign known as Seriously Awkward.This competition seeks short stories inspired by the awkward stage …
An Analysis Of ‘A Guest May Come’ By Vojka Djikic
A Guest May Come by Vojka Djikic (Translated by Chris Agee) Hold on tight to me And we’ll find the …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Forty One- Broken Tears By Hannah Williams
A droplet of despair Dripping from once-dried tear ducts. Flowing frequently A flimsy attempt to hold them Piece it together …
Book Review: You Took The Last Bus Home by Brian Bilston
This collection titled ‘You Took The Last Bus Home’ by Brian Bilston is a funny collection of poems. Although this …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty Nine- Dear You By Hannah Williams
Sunset and sunrise can be as beautiful as hellos and goodbyes. At each instance, it doesn’t matter if your heart …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty Eight- Accent (Haiku) By Hannah Williams
Speech tangled in tone. A vivid sociolect. Culture chants deeply.
My Week At Tŷ Newydd (Writer’s Retreat In Wales)
Last week, I attended the Tŷ Newydd Emerging Writers Programme. This took place from the 4-9th June 2018. This experience …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty Six- Illusions By Hannah Williams
When the moonlight reflects a mirage Wait for the sun to say it’s an illusion. Don’t rely on the mind …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty Five- Not So Toxic By Hannah Williams
A song of poison spewed on the silent lips. She gathered it and let it salsa on her tongue. Then …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty Four- The Kiss By Hannah Williams
I expected the earth to shift And oceans to be set adrift. At the spark of our lips Under this …
Book Review: The White Book by Han Kang
The White Book is a short collection of prose which exudes the writers meditation on the topic matter of …
5 Real and Honest Quotes Written By Me
I‘ve always loved quotes and find inspiration and wisdom in them. So this afternoon, I have decided to sit down …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty Three- Acceptance Will Be My Duty By Hannah Williams
Like a peacock spreading its feathers, I span out my feelings. Like hands holding each other, I long for this …
23 Things I Learnt In My Twenties
It can be very difficult going through your twenties because you are becoming a young adult. It involves figuring out …
Five Activities You Can Incorporate In Your Alone Time
In my teenage years, I have certainly underestimated the importance of alone time as I thought it was cooler to …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty Two- The Glass House By Hannah Williams
Look at my glass house but don’t throw stones For sticks and stones may break my home. This fragile abode …
An Analysis of ‘Harlem Hopscotch’ by Dr Maya Angelou
One foot down, then hop! It’s hot. Good things for the ones that’s got. Another jump, now to the left. …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty One- I Am Abstract By Hannah Williams
I am abstract. So you’d need to extract, What I mean with songs, paintings, words and emotions. My mind works …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty- Dear Daughter By Hannah Williams
I will not be able to calm the storm Nor promise you that I’d walk on water. Yet if you …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty Nine- Limbo In A Promise By Hannah Williams
At a cross way with a cold chorus, Promise was left to be pious. On the right hand of promise …
Book Review: Kingdom of Gravity by Nick Makoha
Kingdom of Gravity is a poetry collection written by Nick Makoha. This collection explores a range of topics such as …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty Eight- The Financial Crisis By Hannah Williams
The world has felt your wrath before. We felt your violent shake and your ravenous storm. We give new names …
Prose/Short Story: The Reflected Lamplight By Hannah Williams
The reflected lamplight shone on. It shone directly on me. It provided a simple illumination in this dark hour. In …
An Analysis of ‘Beatitude’ By Nick Makoha
Beatitude By Nick Makoha (2017) When a rebel leader promises you the world seen in commercials, he will hold a …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty Seven: Consent by Hannah Williams
I say it with her. I say it for her. Then I let her say it with and for herself. …
Prose/Short Story: I Bought Death Instead of Beauty By Hannah Williams
Iknew society was absorbed with beauty and I learnt that from a young age. On this youthful summer day, I …
An Analysis of ‘Death Ain’t Nothing But A Song’ By Donte Collins
my mother moved out of her body decided it was no longer worthy it couldn’t contain her laughter she couldn’t …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty Six- Name Power By Hannah Williams
An unjustifiable criteria Determined by a crooked line Spewed out to split the equator into two. I’ve heard the names …
An Analysis of ‘One Continent to Another’By Grace Nichols
Like the yesterday of creation morning she had imagined this new world to be bereft of fecundity No she wasn’t …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty Five- Take Me By Hannah Williams
Take me to the river To wade by the water in the winter moonlight. In the depths of the river …
An Analysis Of ‘What The Dead Know By Heart’ By Donte Collins
What The Dead Know By Donte Collins (2017) lately, when asked how are you, i respond with a name no longer …
An Analysis of ‘What Were They Like?’ By Denise Levertov
What Were They Like By Denise Levertov 1. Did the people of Viet Nam use lanterns of stone? 2. Did …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty Three- The Great Silence By Hannah Williams
My mind is awake My mouth is numb. My soul a lake, I’m deaf and dumb. My mind is awake. …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty Two- The Stages of Negativity By Hannah Williams
Lost. In the deep sea of my own desire. In the fortitude of peace my soul longs to retire. Hope …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty One- The Dreamers Song By Hannah Williams
Dreams soar high on the mountain top. Holding onto hope so it never drops. Liberty flowing in harmony with the …
An Analysis Of ‘In My Name’ By Grace Nichols
Heavy with child belly an arc of black moon I squat over dry plantain leaves and command the earth to …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty- What The Dream Taught Me By Hannah Williams
A dream is a living legacy which cannot be killed by death. Transcends emancipation. It transcends liberty. In fact, it …
An Analysis of ‘Along The Road’ By Robert Browning Hamilton
I walked a mile with Pleasure; She chattered all the way, But left me none the wiser For all she …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Nineteen- Stages Of Denial By Hannah Williams
Stage one is characterised by fear. The entity that floats to a mind. Inviting itself in and out like a …
An Analysis Of ‘Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep’ By Anon
Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Eighteen- Why Live In Denial By Hannah Williams
Why live in denial? When you could be free. Why live in denial? When you could just let situations be. …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Seventeen- Dreaming In Denial By Hannah Williams
Denial is saying yes when you mean no. Whilst the choice rests with you. The choice lies peacefully as you …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Sixteen– Community Observations By Hannah Williams
We sit on benches As the words in my throat clenches Some on the field. Where daisies and dandelions …
An Analysis of ‘Ask Me’ By William Stafford
Some time when the river is ice ask me mistakes I have made. Ask me whether what I have done …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Fifteen- I Know Even Though I Don’t Live On The Estate By Hannah Williams
I know even though I don’t live on the estate. Devolution is the politician’s word for recreate… Rebrand and make …
An Analysis of ‘On My First Sonne’ By Ben Jonson
This blog post will analyse the poem ‘On My First Sonne’ by Ben Jonson which is written below: On My …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Fourteen– No Job For Jack By Hannah Williams
Defying the estate stereotype, Jack decided to be the perfect prototype. He went to university. Just to face employment adversity. …
An Analysis of ‘My Father Is A Retired Magician’ By Dr. Ntozake Shange
In this blog post, an analysis of the poem ‘My Father Is A Retired Magician’ will be made. The poem commence with …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirteen – If The Community Had Spoken By Hannah Williams
Our people are broken; But what would happen if the community had spoken? If it had said we are here …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twelve- Important Nothings By Hannah Williams
I remember putting so much effort into childhood and youth. For I perceived it as the core of my root. …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Eleven- Stones By Hannah Williams
I rested calmly by the sea shore. Content with where I am I dare not ask for more. Until the day I was picked up from the beach floor. To skid upon the water like one, two, three and four. So I discovered life anew.
Sunday Stanza: Poem Ten- The Elements By Hannah Williams
The Elements By Hannah Williams© What is beneath the soil? Is it gold? Is it minerals? Is it oil? …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Nine-Mars and Venus By Hannah Williams
Men are from Mars. Women are from Venus. So who lives on earth? Men are from Mars. Women are from …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Eight-Small But Mighty By Hannah Williams
A grain in the Sahara is me. Take a handful to see. That I am distinct. But me and the …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Seven- Empire State Of London (An Interlude To Society) By Hannah Williams
A city where dreams can be snatched. Even when your ambition is matched. Your dreams mean nothing in the city. …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Six- The English Dream By Hannah Williams
I walk by Aylestone meadow. Where birds sing and the tree’s follow. The woodland’s air I breathe The canal bed …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Five- Until We Killed Me By Hannah Williams
At this hour I learnt to weep silently. Sitting in the silence. Speaking with my darkness. My remedy for a …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Four- Moodiness (I Wore It As A Dress) By Hannah Williams
I wore moodiness as a dress. With a matching headband called stress, My handbag conceals my emotions which are a …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Three- Love (Within Me) By Hannah Williams
I know there is love within me. I know its there but others cannot see. For this love is …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Two- Lonely Ocean By Hannah Williams
I’m a lonely ocean. Kissing the shore. Moving with its motions. Longing for more. I’m a lonely ocean. Looking for …
A Critique Of ‘My Guilt’ Poem By Dr. Maya Angelou
My Guilt By Dr. Maya Angelou My guilt is “slavery’s chains,” too long the clang of iron falls down the …
