Buried: Part 1. You have forfeit your past, in the name of fruitless spending and mountains made of paper, dyed into colours that tell you how much you are worth. Uncovered: Part 2. Memories repressed, haunt your dreams. Haven't you learned yet? Wounds ignored, fester, infect, growing bacteria, occupying all life. Exhumed: Part 3. All… Continue reading Writing On Wednesdays #15 ‘A Case Against Willful Ignorance’
As of October 2017 over 1.7 million tweets have been found to mention #metoo. Over the past two years, more specifically, last year; there have been so many scandals, disappointments and cases of sexual harassment, abuse and misuse of authority from men in positions of power, each one shaking our society's perception of gender inequality,… Continue reading Unlearning and Relearning: Ok This Is Pure Opinion Piece.
This is for someone as warm as the sun. For years now I’ve been desperately trying to curate myself into a garden. So far I’ve only managed a few weeds, one or two spring blooms that lived short, bright lives, before they died. I tend to the patches of earth, unreliably and clumsily. And sometimes… Continue reading Writing On Wednesdays #14: ‘Something To Give’
This year, I try to hold you tight, cradle you softly but steadily. I don't want to let you fall. You came to me first, in 1914. Crammed in. Pushed. Bent, broken. I tried to make room for you. Sad souls. Tired, wasted and wasting. When you finally fell, under the heat, I took you… Continue reading Writing on Wednesdays #13: Those Lost To The Earth.
Just a little bit of info and context! My full name is Bryony Porteous-Sebouhian. Sebouhian is an Armenian name. This name and this part of my heritage comes from my grandad's side of the family. Armenia is a tiny country that, I imagine not many people will know much about, except that the Kardashians and… Continue reading Preface To My Latest Writing On Wednesdays.
HANNAH. For my third installment of this blogseries I have turned to my dear friend and hardened skeptic: Hannah. She's the first to call bullshit on anything supernatural/ghostly; which makes it even funnier than her greatest fear comes in the form of a pale Japanese girl with long black hair covering her face, a fear… Continue reading Speaking Above The Torch #3
Home, crafts and creativity. Autumn is a beautiful time of year, where the change in weather, the leaves, the shorter days and longer nights catalyse a transformative psychological process in us, we reflect, look forward to the end of the year and to the start of a new one. This time of year has been… Continue reading Autumn Things: Part 1.
So you might have heard recently from the rare, mysterious and almost secret organisation type underground of Philip Pullman fans, that he has published and released a NEW BOOK; The Book of Dust Vol. 1 'La Belle Sauvage'. With the release of this new book came a series of midnight launch events hosted by Waterstones.… Continue reading The Search For Dust Begins: The Midnight Launch of La Belle Sauvage.
Last week I made the quick train trip home for 3 days in between work. My mum got three days off too so we made plans to do and see as much as possible! On Tuesday we ate breakfast at home and made plans to head over to Beverly, a nearby East Riding of Yorkshire… Continue reading Home Is Where The Art Is: A Three Day Break In My Hometown, Hull.
Its October... that means spooky times. A few months ago I started a blog series/project called 'Speaking Above The Torch'. Now, I'm sending out this to ask for a favour: have a spooky/weird/uncanny/generally odd story? It can either be something that happened to you directly or it can be your aunts ghost story she tells… Continue reading Send me your spooks: Speaking Above The Torch.