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Sometimes, the great bones of my life feel so heavy, and I wonder, where on earth does it come from, all this weight? There is a song lyric: ‘what’s that secret sorrow that your carryin?’ But it’s no great secret: bereavement, separation, loss. I feel bereaved by every memory which hijacks my senses unexpectedly from... Continue Reading →
It's time once more for our weekly trip Down Under, where Don will be doling out some sense, sensibility and downright silliness to get the week off to a good start. Priscilla is busy getting Lizzie ready for the show (see featured image, above). To find out more about Priscilla, Lizzie and the whole FCS... Continue Reading →
The winter in Lockdownia continues hard, and with no sign of relief in sight. The sun has not shone on our land for almost two months. There is nothing more I can do for my people in Quarantinia without the protective tincture which is due to be brought by ship from the Outlands. With the... Continue Reading →
As the cold weather continues in the Northern Hemisphere, I bring you a dish to warm the cockles of your heart. Jota is a thick and hearty soup made with beans and sour cabbage. This dish is a blend of Mediterranean and Central European culinary traditions. It is popular all over Slovenian Istria, and also... Continue Reading →
This was the week I discovered #TopTweetTuesday, hosted by @blackboughpoems. This is a place where many published poets share a poem via a tweet. It's a great place to connect with other poets on Twitter, and read some great excellent contemporary poetry. I shared my dVerse quadrille 'A dab hand' for my Day 12 tweet.... Continue Reading →
I think it's fair to say that this week's challenge has been the most challenging to date. I am judging by the amount of participants who told me the villanelle form had stretched them, as it did me: the first villanelle I wrote did not follow the traditional rhyme scheme, so I had to write... Continue Reading →
This is not a yoga mat, this ismuscles tensed and taughtand sweat, this isthree house moves andtwo different countries this is acceptance of the moment, this is my homelike place, this is exactly where I need to be, this ismy safe space, this is where I grow:A push beyond the boundaries of my comfort zone;a place where... Continue Reading →
One dayafter many a heartachewe will simply walkinto the wooded confines of the gorgesearching for strawberriesgems of sweet delighthidden amongst the swaying grass and leaves lit by sunshine which falls after the early summer rain has washed the grass, the leaves,the hillsides greenand cleanses usabsolves us aswe pause to taste a momentary joy: Sweet welcome,sugaring... Continue Reading →
She dabbed her lips with the handkerchief:Her lipstick stayed in place.I couldn’t think why she had used it:her lips were moist and not a traceof food upon them.Then I saw the bloodspots:blood-not food-notfrom the lipsbut teeth. © Experimentsinfiction 2021, All Rights Reserved Written for dVerse quadrille, where De is hosting. She has asked us to... Continue Reading →
Stone the crows!!! Priscilla's seen so much Flippant, Comic, and Serious poetry from Don recently that she's had to don her glasses in order to take it all in (see Featured Image). I always look forward to visiting sunny Australia on a Monday, especially when we have cold and grey skies outside. For more of... Continue Reading →
Experiments in Fiction 