Ellen Symons, Author

Writing Spaces

  • A space left empty, a space to be filled

    A space left empty, a space to be filled

    I became an explorer, a collector, a manipulator, a prisoner of words. #5amWritersClub Read more

  • Memory, Power

    I’ve forgotten so much of what’s passed through my history. Surprising, at times, is what I remember. Poems I wrote years ago can stick like a pop song if their backdrop, as I wrote, was sharp and strong. For something like a decade I was part of a writing group, the Monday Muses, a group… Read more

  • I do

    I do

    I’m learning to say “Yes, and…” to each project’s demands. Read more

  • Bijou and the Philosopher Tree

    Bijou and the Philosopher Tree

    Like an ancient tree, a story has an inevitable internal logic that the writer must find and follow. Read more

  • This is the day I die

    This is the day I die

    When the Committee knocks at the door, I am clean, dressed, my hands folded in my lap as I sit, waiting. Read more

  • The Summer of Laying Workers, 3

    Read Part Two of this series here. Read Part One here. It’s been a long set-up, but we’ve arrived at the punch line. Or at least, at my favourite part of this story: where we see, in images, what happens when a colony develops laying workers. It’s a royal mess, and yet, an engaging cacophony.… Read more

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