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.3 min read·Mar 25, 2021----
Fionn SpelmanThe Crow That Caws For Change.I am haunted by the omen of crows.3 min read·Mar 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.3 min read·Mar 4, 2021--1--1
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…3 min read·Feb 25, 2021--1--1
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…3 min read·Feb 18, 2021--1--1
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…8 min read·Dec 3, 2020----
Fionn SpelmanThe Role of Militaristic Language During the Covid-19 Pandemic(ORIGINALLY WRITTEN JULY 2020)7 min read·Oct 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…5 min read·Dec 12, 2019--1--1