Heartsong Oh, you’ve done it now, you chancer;You’ve burrowed all the way downAnd set up shop in my warm and sticky centre. Your filthy crackling laughRattles my bones awake each morning,And your honey-thick hum soothes them to sleep each heavy evening. Sinéad Mooney We published many memorable poems in our last issue, so it was… Continue reading Summer 2021 – Poetry
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Halloween and Valentine’s combo
Writing for a particular occasion is always fun and provides a useful cultural touchpoint to get your imagination flowing. In this post, I will suggest a number of activities which groups can do near to Halloween and Valentine’s day. First we will look at the genre of horror which is apt for Halloween-inspired writing. Thinking… Continue reading Halloween and Valentine’s combo
Spring 2021 – Poetry
Doll Strings I pulled her out of my headand snapped the doll strings, one by one. Her intestines slap-stung my knuckles like spiteful elasticand I pulled and pulled them,trying to hurt her back. Then I tried to send her away,but the doll strings coiled upand tightened around my neck. She was out of my headbut… Continue reading Spring 2021 – Poetry
Spellbinder and ENIGMA in collaboration: Tips from the Editors
This is a very special blog post to celebrate the collaboration of Spellbinder magazine with Exeter University’s creative writing society and their literary journal, ENIGMA. Spellbinder has been fortunate enough to receive a number of submissions from the talented student community in Exeter, a number of which have been published in the Winter and Spring… Continue reading Spellbinder and ENIGMA in collaboration: Tips from the Editors
In the Bleak Midwinter
Through this post, I hope to offer some suggestions of how you can respond to the following Spellbinder Instagram prompt, and point you in the direction of some works of literature and art that you can consider for inspiration. Write or draw about a snow day. What does the air smell like? What colours do… Continue reading In the Bleak Midwinter
Winter 2021 – Poetry
Atlas A clock is watched in expectation but stars are watchedto see what’s been; not till, past. In the pauses betweensleep cycles they, in their dogged runs, lull us into assuming thattoday’s experience is tomorrow’s promise. Which is what I’m doing now, watching remembered morningturn the redbud suckers thin and bright as crazes in glass, anticipating… Continue reading Winter 2021 – Poetry