Travelling, by Britta Benson

Here’s a poem I wrote yesterday. I attend an online expressive writing session on Tuesdays, led by Michelle Berberet. The sessions are free and highly enjoyable, as well as inspirational. ( This Tuesday writing hour has become a bit of a fixture in my diary. So, here’s what I wrote: Travelling It’s what I do.Continue reading “Travelling, by Britta Benson”

Second, by Britta Benson

Most Tuesday afternoons I attend an expressive writing workshop, run by Michelle Berberet. I love these sessions. They always bring out interesting pieces of writing and the group is phenomenally supportive. In addition to that, they are free. If you are curious, here’s the Eventbrite link: And here’s the poem I wrote today. IContinue reading “Second, by Britta Benson”

Behaving like humans, by Britta Benson

This poem was inspired by a free expressive writing workshop, run by Michelle Berberet ( These Tuesday classes have become a fixture in my diary and I cannot recommend them highly enough. The group is simply wonderful. Supportive. Creative. Human… Behaving like humans Simple. One rule. Send love. In a breath, a thought, a word,Continue reading “Behaving like humans, by Britta Benson”

You already know, by Britta Benson

You already know You already know that it’s summer, ice cream and swimming, everything lighter, brighter, the time of your life. You already know why you’re here, what you want, where to go, you already know. Knowing only half the battle. Knowing mocks you, stares you straight in the face, unless you follow it upContinue reading “You already know, by Britta Benson”

Hearts, by Britta Benson

Bit of a weird one, about hearts, but I like it. I take things to literally or not literally at all. So this is what I wrote today: Hearts Who we were, who we are, always the same core, the same heart. Our souls meander, take leave as they please, come back changed or notContinue reading “Hearts, by Britta Benson”

How to carry a grudge, by Britta Benson

How to carry grudges Holding anger in your soul like a solid rock, that’s for beginners. That stone will hurt you more than anyone else. Let me tell you about an advanced level of how to carry a grudge. A masterclass, if you wish. Simple: Don’t. I’ve carried grudges all life long, clutched them tight.Continue reading “How to carry a grudge, by Britta Benson”

Falling, by Britta Benson

Falling Falling. I know. I will. Fall. Fail. My best possible disaster. Keep that first aid box handy. There’s beauty in wrong, squint, flawed. I never fail the same way twice. Life’s too short to make limp, safe mistakes. I’m proud of my tumble. Falling. I know. I will. Fall. Fail. I still expect toContinue reading “Falling, by Britta Benson”

Slower, by Britta Benson

Slower When faster no longer is an option, slower will always be patiently waiting, hush, hush, not a peep, until I’m ready to stop in my tracks, quit the chase, the race, let my soul catch up with my feet, allow my self to breathe, in and out, without hurry or agenda, have a lookContinue reading “Slower, by Britta Benson”

Ask me, by Britta Benson

Much of my writing is inspired by my walks. Here’s one of them, written after an outing along the beach in Dunbar. This poem was published by the Journal of Expressive Writing a couple of days ago. Here’s the link: Ask me Ask me, what holds the coast together? The moon, mostly, pushing theContinue reading “Ask me, by Britta Benson”

Karma Bank Rules, by Britta Benson

Just a wee fun one, today, the result of an Expressive Writing Workshop I attended, led by Michelle Berberet, and inspired by Sonia Sanchez’s poem ‘Sonku (what i want)’. We’re always full of wants and wishes. Here’s my little take on wanting. Karma Bank Rules Hey, hey, this is how life works. It’s an invisibleContinue reading “Karma Bank Rules, by Britta Benson”

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