Fionn SpelmanDon’t Expect The Unexpected: Reflections Upon Hitting A Lockdown Wall.The blank page defies my mind. Or maybe my mind is too subdued by lockdown boredom to think of anything to write.Mar 25, 2021Mar 25, 2021
Fionn SpelmanThe Crow That Caws For Change.I am haunted by the omen of crows.Mar 18, 2021Mar 18, 2021
Fionn SpelmanMemories of a Beach, a Blanket, and Warmth.Hot sand sears my soles, as I dance across the growing desert between me and the sea.Mar 4, 20211Mar 4, 20211
Fionn SpelmanSpring Is In The Belly; A Tale Of Phantom Bells.Phantom bells toll, somewhere in the invisible distance. Their echoes mark the hour — the passing of another in an already fleeting day. On…Feb 25, 20211Feb 25, 20211
Fionn SpelmanA Memory Of Stones, And The Reason For ReminiscenceMy desk rattles with the sounds of infinite trinkets, crowding what is supposed to be my ‘writing space’. My mother would be disappointed…Feb 18, 20211Feb 18, 20211
Fionn SpelmanThe Po — a short storyThe river Po steadily flows; a laborious affair, driving eastward across northern Italy. It spits up from the Earth in the Cottian Alps…Dec 3, 2020Dec 3, 2020
Fionn SpelmanThe Role of Militaristic Language During the Covid-19 Pandemic(ORIGINALLY WRITTEN JULY 2020)Oct 19, 2020Oct 19, 2020
Fionn SpelmanA Summer Snapshot of the Aran Islands.I’m standing on an island, looking back, staring out over a series of smaller islands which lead inevitably back to the mainland. Behind…Dec 12, 20191Dec 12, 20191
