“The poet gives us his essence, but prose takes the mould of the body and mind entire”— Virginia Woolf
Prose by ~The H Word~
Conversations with Friends
“There was a time their voices overlapped. Each desperate to share news or gossip with the others. No offence taken at interruption”
What Comes Next
‘You must look on the bright side. Focus on the positives.’ Moira, my grief counsellor says, uncrossing then crossing her legs. Forty quid an hour for belters like this. I could have bought a book for a fiver off Amazon that would use less clichés. Still, she wants to help. I’m just not sure if…
Life After Death
It’s my birthday next week, forty-six. How the hell did that happen? If someone told me when I was a teenager I’d still be alive in my forties, I’d have laughed in their face. It was posh folk who had dreams―hopes for the future, not people like me. I struggled to make it through the…
Other Posts by ~The H Word~
- Poems by Raymond Carver
- ‘A place to stand, a lever’ by Ankh Spice
- Happy World Poetry Day!
- Conversations with Friends
- Things I tell myself…
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