Insidious B*sterds – Writing From The Heart

For this episode of Writing From The Heart please welcome plain English poet Inappropriate Grahame, from Rugby (where the game originated), England. I had the pleasure of meeting Grahame when we were in the famous Hunt’s Bookshop in central Rugby a few weeks ago and I was hugely impressed by both him and his poems. Here is one he wrote recently, describing his thoughts about the USA today. Some strong language, but I have asterisked accordingly for our more sensitive readers…

Poem about an Englishman's view of the USA today

Inappropriate Grahame, Plain English Poet

INSIDIOUS B*STERDS

By Inappropriate Grahame

Look at those people on American TV
they’re twice the size of what humans should be.
With their storage containers, bulging with sh*te
bidding on bunkum night after night.

Pimping their rides to their diners and dives
supersize, uber sized husbands and wives
pistols protruding from four XL trousers [Read more…]

Have a wonderful Christmas, from HTWB!

Have a wonderful Christmas from HTWB

Have a peaceful and stress-free Holiday
Every good wish for 2018
Suze and the crew on HTWB

 

 

 

COLD: Writing From The Heart

This post in our series, “Writing from the heart,” is a dark and disturbing piece that rang many bells for me about a family relationship, and made my heart go out to this talented newcomer to freelance writing from Westchester, New York, USA. Please welcome Jen Persichetti…Sz.

COLD - writing from the heart

“The person who gave me life murdered my soul.”

COLD

By Jen Persichetti

Because of you I am dead behind the eyes
Because of you I am afraid of happiness, and even hold guilt for it [Read more…]

Before I Was A Mom – Writing From The Heart

In this new series, “writing from the heart,” we look at writing that connects us with emotions and feelings and shares those through words, in a way that no other form of communication can.

We start with this lovely piece about being a mother, sent to me by my cousin Alyson from Ottawa, Canada. The original author is unknown.

Before I Was A Mom

poem about being a Mom

Before I was a Mom I had never been puked on, pooped on, spat on, chewed on, peed on.

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