Three years ago: The first story I remember writing was about a picnic. I was very young – I’d just…
Author: Liz Helliwell
Haiku’ish
Fear weighs dark, heavy, Stifles. She throws the cloak down, and fastens her wings.
Any Old Gold
Have been having a bit of fun experimenting with melting down gold. Stage 1 was to melt an old wedding…
Surviving
You think I’m strong I’m not I’m not! You think I bend I break I break! I’m telling you Enough…
Job Vacancy
The bitch had left him. What was he to do? Who would look after him, care for him, clean the…
This New Life
Do you ever feel, “there must be more to life than this”? I remember that feeling so well. Seven years…
Monologue
Monologue. What is the literal translation? One tongue? One Voice? Something like that. At first you said you liked my…
I am your Favourite Top
I am your favourite top. M&S. Green bold pattern. You wore and wore me, but good old M&S I kept…
White Lilies
“I wanted WHITE lilies. That’s what I asked for, they promised me white. These are cream, don’t you see, these…
Ode to Dementia
You who were once so strong and proud, “Oh look at that big lovely cloud, And see that great big…
“Describe your Childhood Bedroom”
A sheepskin rug that snuggles my toes, A feather pillow that tickles my nose, MFI cupboards varnished so smart, A…
Raindrops
You think I need you, but don’t be complacent. You promise the highs, the rides; you promise the calm, the…
Where are the children
I remember the river as a fun place. F.U.N. fun, as my brother says. I can picture it almost as…
Trust Me
“Trust me, let me hold you, tell me your deepest fears, let me into your soul, let me see, let…
The New Wheelchair
I remember your dad in his wheelchair, so neat and smart, and his hair, his hair, all trimmed and tidy.…