I have a daughter. She's nearly nine months. When she decides she wants a nap, be that at 2pm or 2am (she's not a predictable baby) I take the opportunity to make a video from one of my poems. Here are four I've made over the past four days. I'm new to this folks, so… Continue reading Four Darkly Inclined Poetry Videos
I think I failed to mention I launched a press the other week - Slice Of The Moon Books. Better late than never, I suppose! Though you might have found out about it if my previous post about our first publication UTBURD intrigued you enough and you followed the links I planted there. At Slice… Continue reading Do You Wear Black? Do You Practice Witchcraft? Do You Write? Slice Of The Moon Books Needs You.
If you come here regularly, you might recall me grumbling about my hair and its lack of volume the other day, and that I was thinking about doing something drastic to it, i.e. adding to layers or going short. Thankfully, a fellow long haired female friend warned me that getting layers when you have long,… Continue reading Where To, Hair? Part II
Anxiety. It is an ugly shit of a beast that I've lived with for over half of my life, and by hell, I hate it with every cell in my body. I could fill the North Sea twice over with all the tears it's had me shed. I could recall to you hundreds of times… Continue reading Anxiety & Some Ways That I Cope With It
My hair has, for the majority of my 31 years, been my statement piece, my pride and joy, the be all and end all. I've always treated it with respect i.e. not ironing it every day, not using masses of products, not stripping it down. Though I do dye it black and have been doing… Continue reading Where To, Hair?
Thrifting is in my blood, so I know that when I see something special, and it's affordable, I do not bloody hesitate. Hesitate and I lose it. Guaranteed. When I saw this black iron hanging candle holder on sale for 35 krona (about £3.50) I immediately pounced, knowing that if I left it, just for… Continue reading Thrifting In The Dark : Black Iron Hanging Candle Holder
My life has always been very much interwoven with what I post here on Wyrd Words & Effigies, and it's going to become even more so as my belly swells and my little shadow becomes a bigger shadow in my womb. I wrote a poem about my ultrasound the other day. I find it easier… Continue reading There Will Be Poetry : Pinecone
I'm currently 14 weeks pregnant with my boyfriend Hravn's baby, and today had my first ultrasound. Up until now, I haven't really been able to believe that there was anything in there, because my stomach is still relatively flat and I've had minimal morning sickness. (Guess I'm one of the really fucking lucky ones, huh?)… Continue reading I Am Going To Be A Mother
I am reading a lot of short stories right now...but the majority I'm abandoning half-way through because they're not satisfying me enough. Nowhere near in fact. And it's really bloody disappointing. A good, strong, memorable (ideally terrifying) short story can be as nourishing as a hot meal after a hard day. Dissatisfied with my reading… Continue reading Writing In The Dark : 3 Prompts For Short Stories
My Nanna and I were close when I was small and blonde. She is one of the people who shaped me into this woman who's writing to you today. This wyrd, crazily enthusiastic, deeply passionate woman who never wants to do life half arsed. But then something happened, and our relationship started to come away… Continue reading Death, You Should Have Warned Me You Were Coming