Author Archives: Helen

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About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.

The Bridge

Posted on April 20, 2018 by Helen

No-one crossed the bridge. No-one. This was well-known. You did not leave our town. Its small, perfect streets and gardens prescribed your life. And you were happy with that, content. Any wish to see more, to understand more, was schooled … Continue reading →

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Bite

Posted on April 13, 2018 by Helen

They bite It is said it feels like heaven Pure delight When they bite They feed And they never have enough Pure greed When they feed You’ll yearn To feel their touch again And learn How to burn They bite … Continue reading →

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They Only Come Out At Night

Posted on April 6, 2018 by Helen

Hush, let me tell you a story. Are you snuggled up in bed, with the covers up to your necks, so you are safe, safe from all the hidden terrors of the night? Good, good, for you need to be … Continue reading →

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Waiting

Posted on March 30, 2018 by Helen

I used to see her at night, when I was a child. My bedroom window looked out onto our quiet, suburban street. And I suffered from insomnia often, even as a child. I think I had too much energy, and … Continue reading →

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Mommy

Posted on March 23, 2018 by Helen

Mommy went away. Little doll left all alone, in a household vacated by a family too much in a hurry to see what is left behind. Mommy is gone. Animated plastic thing, with something more within, reaching the window to … Continue reading →

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Apres Le Deluge

Posted on March 16, 2018 by Helen

How history lies! How many times did they say “the war to end all wars”, only to have another war arise later, and worse, worse still? But wars are funny things. They can leave some places largely inviolate, as though … Continue reading →

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The Band

Posted on March 9, 2018 by Helen

As a child William just wanted to come out to play He would dress up so carefully, ready for his day But every time to his sad, dull dismay His parents would just chide him and say You aren’t going … Continue reading →

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Mother

Posted on March 2, 2018 by Helen

So, as I understand it, this particular urban myth goes like this: Johnny was a very studious little boy, fascinated by things historical in particular. He really loved Egyptology, from a very young age. Used to drive his poor mother … Continue reading →

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Them

Posted on February 23, 2018 by Helen

They are dancing again, in the night. It’s them. I’ve got my iPhone with me so I can capture them on film at last, to prove my point. They are there. And all they do. My parents say I am … Continue reading →

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My Friend

Posted on February 16, 2018 by Helen

Have you met my little friend Mr Knife? He’s the bestest, bestest friend Of my life Causes bothers For some others Causes strife But he’s the bestest Of the bestest Mr Knife Mr Knife has been with me Since ten … Continue reading →

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