The Peacock to the Admiral said(as on the thistle blooms they fed)‘What think'st thou of this human-kind do they have soul, or sense, or mind?' One lighted on a human hand as if to say, ‘I understand: you have such power over meyet do not wield it lovingly.’ And sure enough Man casts his net:and pins her in... Continue Reading →
‘ Put out the light...But once put out thy lightI know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume’ (Shakespeare, Othello, 5.2.7-13) Lightning blinds usthen shows usthe world in negative:the whites of our eyes darkened andthe black, alight with ire A lightning flashcan down a treeor be the blue touch-paperto tinder-box dry earthkindling... Continue Reading →
I. Peeling-paintArt-deco buildings faded glory II. Fluorescent daubsfibreglass moulding60s Alice III. Queues forma holding areaat the fall of Rome IV. Wood crackstracks held on by rusted nailsrollercoasting V. Your eyes sparklemaking the whole dayworth the entrance fee © 2022 experimentsinfiction.com. All Rights Reserved.
I am excited to announce that I have been interviewed by Voyage Minnesota magazine: a stylish magazine featuring entrepreneurs, creative artists and inspirational figures from Minnesota and beyond! You can read my short interview to find out more about what drives me in my creative endeavours, and what is happening with EIF right now. I... Continue Reading →
Do you not see the beauty of the trees,how they arch over you, their branches raised, as if in hymns of praisetheir secret voices carried on the breezein the rustle of chlorophyllic leaves?Only everywhere. Could you not stretch out beneath them, look up through their limbs into the lightor shelter from a rainstorm underneaththeir canopy... Continue Reading →
A few weeks ago, I had the privilege of being interviewed by the hugely talented Victoria Onofrei of Bloomsbury Radio for her award-winning 'Victoria in Verse' programme. In the show, Victoria interviews poets about the poetry they love, and the inspiration behind their work. It was a pleasure and an honour to take part in... Continue Reading →
What bright darkness gleams atop the oil slick, lights with quartzite glintsthe cut coal seam? What sacred oozes from the bowels of the earth make men richer, turn their hearts to pitchand light the sky on fire? What green rivers of covetousness flow through politicians' pockets, line their tailored suits, close seamssealing their lips forevermore? So when... Continue Reading →
Getting to know meplumbing the depths of this heartcoming up lighter Full of gratitude that this day, three whole years ago, I gave up alcohol. I have never given up on myself since. Wishing everyone a beautiful Sunday. Ingrid Enjoying the sober life! https://www.amazon.com/Wounds-Healed-Poetry-Strong-Women/dp/1739757726/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2R8CN1CCTWQNH&keywords=wounds+i+healed+the+poetry+of+strong+women&qid=1658642348&sprefix=%2Caps%2C135&sr=8-1 More tales of recovery and resilience. Available now!
Rattling the rugged ribs of prison-bonedefibrillated rhythm: free at lastthe uncaged heart begins to beat again Outside of time, and care, and conventionslow, steady at the outset, growing fastrattling the rugged ribs of prison-bone It skips, in love, entranced yet never chainedwith unhealthy demands, as in the pastthe uncaged heart begins to beat again Its... Continue Reading →
I am so excited to share with you the news that Gabriela Marie Milton, internationally-acclaimed poet and editor of Wounds I Healed, has been interviewed by New York Glamour Magazine! In her insightful interview, she talks in-depth about the inspiration behind the poetry anthology, the themes it tackles, and its relevance in the wider world.... Continue Reading →
