Autumn has well and truly arrived. The rain has been almost relentless over the last week, the skies are perpetually grey, and all of a sudden the pavements are darker and damper and coated in leaves.
Tag: Creative
Honest Haiku: Fifteen
It's hard to keep positive when you feel like you're 'failing', and supposed successes surround you at every swipe.
Poem | Nobody Cares
When Dear Damsels asked us to submit pieces on the theme of 'Growth', the first thing that sprung to mind was one of the biggest lessons I've learned with age. It's hard to get your head around the fact that people don't really care about what you're doing, or what you're wearing, as much as … Continue reading Poem | Nobody Cares
Honest Haiku: Fourteen
There are so many adverts around these days that empower women; shampoo commercials that feature boxing; tampon adverts that show carefree women cycling in bright white shorts; This Girl Can. What makes me chuckle, however, is how women are sometimes described; the words that are chosen to advertise these things.
Poem | [Changing] Room With A View
It's a funny thing, opening the door to be face-to-breast with a completely naked stranger.
Honest Haiku: Thirteen
My thighs seem to have sparked a summer fling and are inseparable, bringing with them another seasonal problem.
Poem | Building Up To This
I've been to a fair few weddings this year, and invitations are already rolling in for 2020; so here's a short, simple and sweet poem inspired by those who are Just Married.
Gifted | Pretty in Print: Cyanotype workshops
I miss stepping away from the screen, getting my hands messy, and thinking about what things look like, rather than sound like. So when local artist Bex Willis invited me along to experiment with a completely new (to me!) style of art at one of her Cyanotype Workshops, I couldn't RSVP quick enough!
Honest Haiku: Ten
This haiku was inspired by an admission I made while chatting to friends recently. Brutal? Maybe. Efficient? Definitely.
Poem | Each Piece of Me
We are a product of centuries of other people; the physical embodiment of those who came before us. If we changed, we would lose something truly unique and special.
Jo Fisher Writes 