Bidding farewell to Autumn days, the harvest and saying hello to dark fresh nights and the end of the year.

We've entered November, it's come around quickly and I hope everyone managed to appreciate Autumn as much as I did. I thought I'd do a post with a few tips and musings that I find helpful considering during this transition to the darker months and in the run up to one of the best times… Continue reading Bidding farewell to Autumn days, the harvest and saying hello to dark fresh nights and the end of the year.

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A Break In Another City Beginning With ‘B’: Berlin.

After visiting Edinburgh last year and Budapest the year before that - both for Jordan’s (my partner) birthday- in November we both decided we fancied a break when it wasn’t quite so cold. For April we flitted over Amsterdam, Oslo and even Rome but decided on Berlin, a city just as rich in culture as… Continue reading A Break In Another City Beginning With ‘B’: Berlin.

Writing On Wednesdays #16 ‘Elm: Written From The Rage Of The Earth’

Scratch scratch We’re digging out. Climbing the roots of the earth like rope. Click click Lock your doors and lace your land with salt. Scrape scrape This wood won’t keep us in, Not for long. Lock your doors all you please. Scatter scatter We empty the town as light leaves. Quiet your children, go below.… Continue reading Writing On Wednesdays #16 ‘Elm: Written From The Rage Of The Earth’

Ostara: renew, rejuvenate and rebirth.

What do we want? SPRING!!! When do we want it? NOW!!! Anyone else sick of dark mornings, unwelcome spring snow and bitterly cold winds? Mhmm! I thought so! When I looked at the weather forecast for York, England last weekend I almost cried, Saturday, Sunday and into Monday: snow. Take the hint, no one wants… Continue reading Ostara: renew, rejuvenate and rebirth.

Writing On Wednesdays #15 ‘A Case Against Willful Ignorance’

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’

Unlearning and Relearning: Ok This Is Pure Opinion Piece.

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.

Writing On Wednesdays #14: ‘Something To Give’

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’

Writing on Wednesdays #13: Those Lost To The Earth.

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.

Preface To My Latest Writing On Wednesdays.

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.

Speaking Above The Torch #3 

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