Lynn White

I live in north Wales. I have been writing at various points in my life since I was in my teens. My work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people I has known or imagined. I am especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality.

Dead Peoples Stuff For Sale

the ugly writers
So I should know. Yes, I knew they were no longer with us. I didn’t know if their past possessions were antiques, or nearly new, or even used or slightly soiled.

Rejection

the ugly writers
She looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back. Or was I the first to smile and she smiled back? I don’t remember.

Perfectly Imperfect

the ugly writers
And we made it to Italy. and swam off the rocks, with a man we’d met in a cafe because he said we could.

Leaving

the ugly writers
Saying nothing, taking nothing, leaving nothing behind. Without saying goodbye.

Predictable

the ugly writers
To change where I am is the easy part. To change who I am is difficult, hardly possible. But without this change, nothing will change

Dragonfly

the ugly writers
Sometimes, letting go of a person, or even just memory of a person is painful. Similar to freeing a dragonfly. Setting free a dragonfly only to get bitten in the process.

Letting Go

the ugly writers
I dreamt I saw you. Perhaps I did see you in the distance of my imagination. And I caught the moment stilled in shock and held on to it.

Above It All

the ugly writers
SometimesI will climb so high that I’ll have no way back, no wish to go back only to stay above it all.

River

the ugly writers
I look into the river and see myself in reflection. Colorfast but unstable, I move helplessly in it’s flow. I am constantly being moved and changed,