icebergs, by Britta Benson

Here’s a piece of expressive writing I did a few weeks ago. I decided not to edit it and to simply leave it as is. icebergs below the surface, clumps of soul, what matters, whole, the biggest, invisible, all, and knowing I only dare to show a pleasing, little bit, present supreme insignificance, the palatable

Job description, by Britta Benson

Here’s a wee poem I wrote during an expressive writing session yesterday. I attend the weekly online group hosted by Michelle Berberet, free tickets available on Eventbrite. These workshops have been a fixture in my diary for quite some time now. Such a lovely bunch of writers! Job description I have been colder. Life has

The most important thing, by Britta Benson

Another Tuesday, and another Expressive Writing session with Michelle Berberet from the Georgetown Lombardi Arts and Humanities programme. Here’s my poem. Perhaps a bit sappy, but that’s how I felt on this All Hallows Day. The most important thing I am home, that place where familiar and unknown live side by side like good neighbours.

Life’s punctuation, by Britta Benson

Life’s punctuation Life has funny ways of punctuating days. Sometimes I sense the question mark deep in my heart, when I really need an exclamation of certainty! But no. Doesn’t show. Sometimes I feel sure, confident, this is my moment, only to have my bold statement of intent put into speech marks, you know the

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. (https://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/expressive-writing-zoom-workshop-fall-session-tickets-399661768107?) 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.

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: https://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/expressive-writing-zoom-workshop-fall-session-tickets-399663122157?aff=ebdshpsearchautocomplete&keep_tld=1 And here’s the poem I wrote today. I

Behaving like humans, by Britta Benson

This poem was inspired by a free expressive writing workshop, run by Michelle Berberet (https://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/expressive-writing-zoom-workshop-fall-session-tickets-399661768107?aff=ebdssbdestsearch&keep_tld=1). 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,

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 up

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 not

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.