They: A new poem
A poem of mine, They, was published by Arlen House in their Washing Windows IV anthology. The poem is one of a series I’ve been writing about my experience...
On Illness
This year I’ve felt like I’ve been ill more often than I’ve been well. The whole of January was a write off. And as the semester has worn on my fatigue has...
Sunday
Sartre, in his book Nausea, said 3 pm was both too late and too early to do anything. Taken literally, this is nonsense. However, taken to capture a...
Ribcage: A poem about being non-binary
Recently my poem, Ribcage, was published in Issue 15 of Impossible Archetype. You can read the full issue here.
A Writing Diary
It is 4 am because being ill has eaten my sleep-cycle. So, what better a time to write something for Snippets; my beloved and only irregularly updated...
Remembrance: A poem and thoughts on dementia
Rachel Handley Remembrance In my dream you were alive. I said I loved you and you heard me. You knew it was me, not just distance with a human shape. You...
The Story
A story, not knowing it was one, finds itself to be a story. The story becomes another story, then another, then another. Stories eating stories as if they...
Woman-Adjacent
My poem Woman-Adjacent was published earlier this year by Arlen House in their Washing Windows III anthology. If the title wasn’t a give away enough, the...
Possible Worlds Feat. Plants are Bad
It is spring and my hay fever has kicked in. I’m very glad I am a vegetarian because it means I can focus my revenge on eating as many plants as possible. I...
Awards Eligibility Post
Merry Grey Area Limbo Festive Time to those who celebrate!Award nominations are still open for the BSFA awards (among others), so I thought I’d make a post...
A flood, a poetry reading, and a gallon of tea
I guess I wasn’t joking when I said my entries for this newsletter would be irregular. Crikey. The pause in entries began with a flood. I opened the bedroom...
Vital Signs Book Launch
Tonight I’m going to be reading my poem ‘Remembrance’ at the Vital Signs book launch at Books Upstairs! I’m super excited and honoured to have a poem in such...
The Sky Has Lost
The birds, quiet. The sky has lost the tall rapid chatter of the knife sharp summer. Thanks for reading Snippets ! Subscribe for free to receive new posts...
Sunday
My Sunday’s are often rest days because they have to be. I suffer from fatigue and breathlessness, so I have to carefully plan active days. I usually spend...
Snapshot: My 24 Hours in A&E
“It’s that serious?” “Yes” said the emergency doctor over the phone.“Oh”“You need to go to A&E right now”. “Now?” Thanks for reading Snippets ! Subscribe for...
The Bookshop
“It’s not really my problem.” Said the bookshop. “Not your problem? You bloody ate another one!” Said Gavin. Thanks for reading Snippets ! Subscribe for free...
A poem, or not, but perhaps, yes
I have written a poem. The seed of it, anyway. Something to look at each morning until I wake up, sudden, cold with sweat and know which words to kill and...
Noise/Birds
The builders arrive early with the noise of birds. A scratching high pitched sound wakes me up at 8am and I curse it because now I can feel the same noise in...
Hello!
Welcome to my newsletter, Snippets!I promise writing! Philosophy! Tea! Tiny little stories. An overabundance of owls. And a very irregular publishing...