Illiterita

https://cdn.fbsbx.com/v/t59.2708-21/17479572_10154357770750079_6377404707979132928_n.docx/fiona.docx?oh=cd01558ed20a8ea6e19ba67622bc2cbb&oe=58EB8444&dl=1 We have a bit of a mystery here today.  My lovely friend Jennie Campbell has sent me something wonderfully quirky, but my techno skills aren't, I fear, up to the task of sharing in the usual manner. Lets see if I've managed to create a clickable link here, so that everyone can see what... Continue Reading →

Tam O’Shanter’s big day out

In 2012 I entered a competition to re-imagine Robert Burns' poem Tam O'Shanter in the 21st century. I had so much fun - and then I came 1st equal in the competition. Here it is. Enjoy. And if you can, make a donation to Dementia UK by clicking on the Justgiving link at the top.... Continue Reading →

Olive

I'm sure that anyone who did level 3 Creative Writing with the Open University will recognise the form of this poem from Gill Standley. I've still not managed a sestina of my own, and have huge poetic respect for anyone who has. Olive - by Gill Standley   I didn’t ever plan to choke the... Continue Reading →

Missing mum

Today's wee story is a tiny wee story, which might just mean that you've time to read a few other pieces while you're here. Go on, hang around for a while and enjoy reading. Missing Mum - by Fiona Dorchester   Dad says hanging round the harbour on ferry days is doing me no good at... Continue Reading →

8:15

It's not quite 8:15 yet, but another weekend has flown by and it's time for me to get organised for the week ahead. After yesterday's wee sad poem, today we've got some fun with words from another class mate of mine from Glasgow University's MLitt. 8.15 - by Jim Elrick Eight. Date. Late. The face... Continue Reading →

Dad

Today's little poem is the reason that I chose raise money for Dementia UK. The truth is, it's a horrible condition - for both the sufferer, and for those who care for, and about, them. If you can, click on the Justgiving link above, and make a donation. Dad - by Fiona Dorchester   I'd... Continue Reading →

Home

Today's story from Jackie Burgoyne first appeared in 'Still me' an anthology of prose and poetry created by a group of Open University students and published by Pewter Rose, which raised funds for the Alzheimer's society. Home - by Jackie Burgoyne Ron wakes to the sound of a particularly noisy seagull squabble. Pale grey light... Continue Reading →

mind’s eye

I'll admit to having 'almost' shed a tear when I received this gorgeously reflective poem from Gill Standley, from the Isle of Wight. I have nothing more to add ... except to direct any visitors to my Justgiving link at the top of the page. mind’s eye my mind’s eye paints a landscape of my... Continue Reading →

The veil

We're going international today with this short story from Swara Shukla, an MLitt classmate of mine who comes from Mumbai, and who studied English literature at the University of Delhi, before coming to Glasgow last year. THE VEIL - by Swara Shukla It’s too hot for a September afternoon, even for these parts of Rajasthan.... Continue Reading →

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