by Helen P. Stephens | 14 Sep, 2020 | Collections |
“A year and a situation that has stopped so many of us in our tracks and paused all our grand plans, until we don’t know when. It’s been a time of sadness, losses and loneliness for many, but you’ll read in here of eccentricities, tearful...
by Helen P. Stephens | 29 Aug, 2020 | Blog |
August: It’s been a strange month. The weather has turned autumnal, with random bursts of mediterranean summer followed by crazy tropical storms, like someone keeps turning the weather dial from 0 to 10 and back again, when it should’ve just been on 6 all along. This...
by Helen P. Stephens | 8 Aug, 2020 | Blog |
I’d always had a fluffy, rose-tinted, radial-blurred image in my head of authors: spending a seven hour working day, in front of their keyboard, writing their stories. All day, everyday. I imagined that somehow, they just knew what to write. When I wrote my...
by Helen P. Stephens | 24 Jul, 2020 | Poems |
When I walk down the road I know I’m not alone The usual stares and silent mirth Accompany me home I don’t know why, they feel the need to notice me I guess it’s just the way things are Sometimes I just want the ground to open up and swallow me But I...
by Helen P. Stephens | 24 Jul, 2020 | Poems |
Sometimes The words I speak Sound so cruel I can hardly believe It’s my voice speaking Sometimes the things I do are so cruel I can hardly believe they are my actions Sometimes The thoughts I think appear to be So cruel I can hardly believe it’s my brain...
