In celebration of world storytelling day (20th March), we have decided to help you novelist-newbies out by publishing an easy...

Do you write in Nature? With Spring in the air, this is a lovely challenge to get creative with your...

In my Musings last month I talked about attending the Charles Causley Trust’s Winter Warmer Poetry Retreat. The Trust plans...

I have no precedent for the feeling of walking through the door of Cyprus Well. To feel that you (partly)...

The blotchy neck belongs to Father O’xxxxx.  I slip the amice over his snow raked pate.  Through the vestry windows ...

In the milk-eye of a dying ewe, unfathomable sky. Crouched in mudshit straw you cradle her neck while the young...

I remember staring at a painting above   My crib: two swans on green water.  But, to me  Shifting forms only. ...

My grandmother learnt the best way to muzzle tragedy was to speak only in her mother tongue.   Rěn nài...

She knows how to draw blood,  though that is not her vocation.  In ju-jitsu one can break a brick  with...

  google says that if you have brown skin and you want to turn it white then you can buy...

On my way back from Cornwall at the beginning of the month, I stopped off in Bath to visit that...

As this is the month of love, I have been inspired to write a sweet love letter to my favourite...