DESERT FLOWERS – My Chapbook of Poetry

 

I’ve finished. My chapbook of poetry, Desert Flowers, is complete! I worked so hard on this and spent ages deliberating on everything from the card and paper I used and the thread to bind it, the front cover and of course the poems inside.

I’m super nervous for people to actually read my poems but it feels pretty damn good to have my name in print! If you would like to buy one I’d be eternally grateful, they are £5 a copy and here is a link to my etsy shop where you can buy it!

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Thank you and I hope you enjoy my poetry!

Psycho Cinderella

xo

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CRIME SCENE ROMANCE – A VALENTINE’S POEM

CRIME SCENE ROMANCE

I fell
in love with the colour
of your blood
mixed
with mine —
a deep garnet
red — almost
black
except when you
looked
at it in the light
streaming
through the
broken
glass window
that I smashed
aching
for your
attention.

We own
the biggest
knives
you’ve ever seen
and I nail
razor blades
to the door
handles
to stop
you leaving
and

our welcome
mat says
love —
inside
a pretty little
heart
like the ones i draw
all over
your chest
when you’re sleeping —
while the kitchen
tiles are
splattered
with the inside of my
stomach
and the smears
of your attempts
to clean me
all up.

i stitch
up soft palate —
ruptured
from all those words
I couldn’t
say
while my
twitching
aorta artery
pumps
in the syllables
of your name.
I have always
been a crime
scene,
but with you —
It’s all so
much more

romantic.

 

G.M Stone (Psycho Cinderella) February 3rd, 2017.

If you liked this rather violent but romantic poem, stay on the look out for my pamphlet/chapbook of poetry that I’ll be bringing out in May!

MY DYSLEXIA STORY – I NEVER KNEW I WAS DYSLEXIC UNTIL I WENT TO UNIVERSITY

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Author Jack Kerouac once wrote an article for Writer’s Digest in 1962 that posed the question, ‘Are Writers Born or Made?’

Growing Up

Since I was a child, stories always came to me as easily as speaking did. I made up stories while playing with toy animals, stories when playing games with friends, and stories in my head to send me off to sleep. I had a thirst for reading as a child, and practically devoured books at every chance I got. I was in love with the way that stories could take you to another world and capture and immerse you in it’s world completely.

They say great readers are great spellers, but I had always struggled with spelling. No matter how many times I could look at a word, break it down into sections, if I couldn’t spell it…I couldn’t spell it. Each time I wrote a word that I couldn’t spell, my spelling of it would change, sometimes creating a nearly illegible word. Despite this, my inability to spell never seemed to be much of an issue other than in written work that I couldn’t spell check on a computer. I put a lot of it down to laziness. I was so eager to get my story down on paper, I didn’t want to spend time finding out the correct spelling to things. 

But despite my struggles with spelling, I never had an issue with reading or writing. I looked forward to every English lesson and was practically a ‘teacher’s pet’ to all of the English teachers I ever had. I read books that were at a much higher reading level than my age and achieved A’s in English at GCSE. Writing and reading always has been my passion.

So of course, growing up no one had even a sliver of suspicion that I may have had dyslexia, how could I? Writing was my lifeblood and I thrived from the escapism of reading.

Being Diagnosed

Younger me would never have guessed that two months before my twenty first birthday, I would be diagnosed with a moderate to severe form of dyslexia by an educational psychologist at my university.

Now that I’ve been diagnosed, looking back on my academic endeavors is eye opening. During college when completing A Levels, my love for English Literature was overshadowed by my frustration with writing essays. When it came to starting essays and getting my thoughts down on paper, I would get overwhelmed with ideas that I wanted to include. Usually this would end up with me either including far too many topics in one paragraph and then eventually losing steam, or spending far too long on one topic and subsequently, ‘waffling’. I could never articulately express what was in my head.

anatomy-1751138_1280But university was truly where most of my dyslexia symptoms bubbled to the surface. Studying creative writing, of course I had essays to write and creative portfolios to complete. And even though I was getting good grades, I always felt held back by my inability to properly express myself the way I wanted to. I found myself constantly frustrated by marks I lost on small mistakes. It wasn’t from lack of trying either, with constant proofreading and even re-writing whole essays from scratch, I’d always miss more than one simple grammatical mistake. Mistakes that my lectures assumed were down to rushed work or lack of proofreading, although that was far from the case.

Dyslexia Symptoms

According to the charity Dyslexia Action, “one in ten of the population are expected to have dyslexia.” People tend to associate this learning difficulty with struggling with reading and writing, and seeing words backwards or seeing them move around. Of course these are common symptoms experienced by people with dyslexia, but I never experienced those, and neither do many others. Symptoms like problems with telling from left to right, the inability to notice patterns or not recognizing the separate sounds that make up words are just a few of the symptoms that I have. None of which I ever realised were a part of having dyslexia.

The Relief of Being Diagnosed 

Suddenly many things that I had been silently struggling with had a reason and an answer, and I was awoken to the fact that I had been fighting with a learning disability all along. Although my diagnoses was a shock to not only me but my family, it’s also been incredibly empowering to realise that despite my learning difficulty, I’ve worked hard and still managed to achieve high academic grades, been accepted into university and continued to write even when I’ve hit many mental blocks along the way. And I’m not the only one who feels empowered by their dyslexia diagnoses, Emily on an online forum for people with dyslexia said her adult diagnosis “felt liberating” and explained that having an answer for the aspects she struggled with are “eye opening and a relief to finally know why it is that I struggle with certain things. I no longer think that I’m just stupid.”

Kerouac said in his article that there are ‘born’ writers and writers who are ‘made’. I believe I wasn’t born a writer but born a storyteller, and not made but rather forced into writing, propelled by the innate need to create and tell stories.
I can tell you a great story from the library of them hat I have floating around my head, but I guess I’m still figuring out the whole ‘writing’ thing.

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If you feel you may have dyslexia, or want to learn more about it, Dyslexia Action is a great place to start. Or feel free to email me at psychocinderella21@gmail.com

MY LOVE AFFAIR WITH THE UNRELIABLE NARRATOR

A few years ago I wrote an essay on the use of the unreliable narrator in the books American Psycho and The Great Gatsby and, after the usual stress and panic that comes with writing an essay, I actually managed to get a really good grade on it.

The element of using an unreliable narrator to tell a story has always interested me. I’ve always been drawn to the books told in the first person, and it seems it’s also the automatic voice I write in when I begin to write my own stories.
Traditionally, narrators were used to connect the reader to a story, so naturally, these narrators were assumed to be trustworthy and unbiased. But since the 20th century, use of the unreliable narrator has become an increasingly common and popular element in literature and even film. Continue reading MY LOVE AFFAIR WITH THE UNRELIABLE NARRATOR

10 CLOVERFIELD LANE- MOVIE REVIEW

POSSIBLE SPOILERS

Even if you’re not particularly claustrophobic, naturally none of us likes to feel trapped. So of course, a common theme or setting for thrillers and horror films is exactly that. The protagonist is trapped, usually by a murderous psychopath or even perhaps a supernatural being, and we watch with our blood pressure rising, hoping they somehow manage to get out alive.
10 Cloverfield Lane, directed by Dan Trachtenberg, starts with this relatively simple and common concept. Girl is trapped in a room, possibly a basement. Girl is chained to the radiator. Girl, of course, has no idea how she got there. Or how she’s going to get out.

Continue reading 10 CLOVERFIELD LANE- MOVIE REVIEW