British Museum, by Britta Benson

The first of my three haiku on history has been published on Whispers & Echoes today. Please check out this online journal for short writing. (https://whispersandechoesmag.home.blog/2022/10/03/british-museum-britta-benson/) British Museum Rooms burst with gold, stone. Pasts: found, bought, stolen, gifted. Confused ancestors.

How to explain summer, by Britta Benson

Bit of poetry news: I’m W3 Poet of the Week over at The Skeptic’s Kaddish – a weekly poetry challenge I cannot recommend highly enough. You can check it out here: https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/08/10/w3-prompt-15-weave-written-weekly/ Also: My haibun ‘How to explain summer’ has been published on Whispers & Echoes today. (https://whispersandechoesmag.home.blog/2022/08/10/how-to-explain-summer-britta-benson/) This requires some explaining… I’m in LondonContinue reading “How to explain summer, by Britta Benson”

Three years into grief, by Britta Benson

My ‘Sorta-Sonnet’, Three years into grief, has been published on Whispers & Echoes today. Here’s the link: https://whispersandechoesmag.home.blog/2022/07/04/three-years-into-grief-britta-benson/ You can read the story about my Sorta-Sonnet submission here: https://brittasblog422041504.wordpress.com/2022/06/25/twelve/ The submission call had one criterion: 14 lines. Apart from that, writer could use or abuse the sonnet form as freely as they wished. And whatContinue reading “Three years into grief, by Britta Benson”

A life in 100 words or less, by Britta Benson

This piece of flash fiction has just been published on Whispers & Echoes today. Is it flash fiction or perhaps a prose poem? A hybrid? How about a ‘flose’ poem? Here’s the link to Whispers & Echoes, if you wish to have a look: https://whispersandechoesmag.home.blog/2022/05/27/a-life-in-100-words-or-less-britta-benson/ A life in 100 words or less The highlights? Dates.Continue reading “A life in 100 words or less, by Britta Benson”

Spring cleaning, by Britta Benson

This poem has just been published by Whispers & Echoes, an online magazine for short writing. Here’s the link: https://whispersandechoesmag.home.blog/2022/05/20/spring-cleaning-britta-benson/ Spring cleaning The kitchen… Nightmare! So many things. It takes a great many paraphernalia to make baked beans on burnt toast. The living room… Full of unread books I don’t trust. They lead exciting lives.Continue reading “Spring cleaning, by Britta Benson”

Pondering, by Britta Benson

My poem ‘Pondering’ has just been published by Whispers & Echoes, an online magazine for short writing. Here’s the link: https://whispersandechoesmag.home.blog/2022/05/13/pondering-britta-benson/ Pondering Reeds and rushes, we, like moorhens, whisper red billed truths through debris, duckweed. Reflections of our freshwater hearts flash white and echo the bottom of our soul, forever present, forever secret.

Friend, by Britta Benson

Here’s a poem I wrote in September last year, after meeting up with my friend Ruth in Portrush, Northern Ireland. It has just been published today by Whispers & Echoes, an online magazine for short writing, edited by Sammi Cox. Here’s the link: http://whispersandechoesmag.home.blog/2022/03/28/friend-britta-benson/ Friend I walked barefoot next to you along the beach andContinue reading “Friend, by Britta Benson”

The sailing boat, by Britta Benson

My poem ‘The sailing boat’ has just been published by Whispers & Echoes, an online magazine for short writing. Here’s the link, in case you want to have a look. http://whispersandechoesmag.home.blog/2022/03/21/the-sailing-boat-britta-benson/ I chose a drawing my son did when he was about four years old to publish along with my poem. I have always lovedContinue reading “The sailing boat, by Britta Benson”

Peace, by Britta Benson

This poem was published in Whispers and Echoes. Here’s the link, in case you want to check out Sammi Cox’s wonderful online magazine of short writing: http://whispersandechoesmag.home.blog/2022/03/14/peace-britta-benson/ Peace I listen to the wind and hope for answers in all directions. Cold waves crash through blackened rocks, some snarl in the frill of bold white crestsContinue reading “Peace, by Britta Benson”

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