Lynn White

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.

Where Am I?

the ugly writers
Where shall I sit in this place I don’t know. Which side of the aisle Should I be.

The Chase

the ugly writers
Moments passed. She spread her hands, arms outstretched. A helpless gesture of excuse me, what can I do?

Letting Go

the ugly writers
Perhaps I did see you in the distance of my  imagination.


My life has not been changed. All is the same. So why the difference now that you're really in the past,

Magic Words

the ugly writers
They say you have a magic tongue that can weave the words  falling  from your mouth into tapestries  laced with gold thread.


reflection the ugly writers
Tell me, mirror,  which face do you see  behind the glass?

Turn Of The Tide

the ugly writers
We will wait for the tide to turn. It will carry us away wave after wave gathering up the debris  which surrounds us sucking it up like so much dust

Water Under The Bridge


Water Under The Bridge The Canadian canoe submerged as we got in too clumsily. The cushions brought thoughtfully for comfort were soaked along with everything else. Then we discovered that we were unable to coordinate our paddling so moving along…


Shoes the ugly writers
Sometimes shoes can become iconic, represent us, make a statement about ourselves, about who we are.

Where Lies Reality

the ugly writers
The only air is within me  and the bubbles lost to me The only air is within me  and the bubbles lost to me which soon will cease as I continue to float upwards.

Look This Way

the ugly writers
Look this way. Turn away from the salt wind. There’s nothing to fear. Let me see your face. I know mine looks a little strange, but there’s nothing to fear, nothing.