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Words once spoken cannot be returned. Whether asked for or not, a diagnosis is given. Truth heard in hushed sounds...

Look up. Two simple words once said to me and resonated. I never realised until recently, that I have spent...

The Sheffield Flourish writing group is aptly named. I always had a passion for writing but never much direction or...

Warrior Weakened and battled scarred, she whispered to her soul, Asking, 'am I willing to tolerate this abuse any longer?'...

When two women, Susan and Juliet, met for the first time at The Way I Flourish (the online poetry course...

I Want a Word with my Sculptor …I want a word with my sculptor.Not for long. Just a quick discussion...

Stories of Home My journey started long before I was bornOn a land with more colours than I’ve ever seenThe...

Carol Whiteley was born in Sheffield. She is semi-retired and has 9 grandchildren. Carol is exploring creative writing and aspires...

Through this poem I expressed my feelings about the lockdown. In the poem I talk to the lockdown itself about...

Sunday slumped stuffed to brim slobbing on sofaJoin a gym get involved in snobby yogaSteamy hot bathForget to vapeForget I’m...