Rachel
@vignettes.bsky.social
Absurdist, writer, explorer, escape artist. Copywriter, writer of poetry and prose.
Bookish & writerly banter. British, living in Italy. 🇮🇹🇬🇧
Bookish & writerly banter. British, living in Italy. 🇮🇹🇬🇧
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Rachel
@vignettes.bsky.social
· Nov 12
She peeked under her tinfoil tiara, blew hair from her eyes & lifted her nose into the air. It smelt like salt, slippery, cleaned by cats & the singing of mermaids. She detached herself from the known land and hummed in reply to the portal. On the rocks, plastic bags billowed on gusty winds. #vss365
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I Hope all #promptcombo folk will forgive one of my very occasional forays among your number 🙏..... just couldn't resist the current #workinglove prompt from @hool415.bsky.social !!!
November 11, 2025 at 12:00 PM
I Hope all #promptcombo folk will forgive one of my very occasional forays among your number 🙏..... just couldn't resist the current #workinglove prompt from @hool415.bsky.social !!!
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💌 Check your inboxes!
Our November newsletter is out, combining our events listings with our monthly roundup of events and opportunities
With open mics, residencies, grants and competitions, there are so many ways for you to explore your creativity ✨
With opportunities from....
Our November newsletter is out, combining our events listings with our monthly roundup of events and opportunities
With open mics, residencies, grants and competitions, there are so many ways for you to explore your creativity ✨
With opportunities from....
It's official: dates and location for Annual Salon 2026!
Plus a roundup of events and opportunities across Europe
europeanwriterssalon.substack.com
November 11, 2025 at 11:29 AM
💌 Check your inboxes!
Our November newsletter is out, combining our events listings with our monthly roundup of events and opportunities
With open mics, residencies, grants and competitions, there are so many ways for you to explore your creativity ✨
With opportunities from....
Our November newsletter is out, combining our events listings with our monthly roundup of events and opportunities
With open mics, residencies, grants and competitions, there are so many ways for you to explore your creativity ✨
With opportunities from....
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November 11, 2025 at 9:04 AM
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The longer twilight
I call November purple
Reaches into that infinity
Just a twinge, an indigo
Halo crowning the careless sun
As Mars and Jupiter turn and turn
#poem #poetry #writerscommunity
I call November purple
Reaches into that infinity
Just a twinge, an indigo
Halo crowning the careless sun
As Mars and Jupiter turn and turn
#poem #poetry #writerscommunity
November 10, 2025 at 10:05 AM
The longer twilight
I call November purple
Reaches into that infinity
Just a twinge, an indigo
Halo crowning the careless sun
As Mars and Jupiter turn and turn
#poem #poetry #writerscommunity
I call November purple
Reaches into that infinity
Just a twinge, an indigo
Halo crowning the careless sun
As Mars and Jupiter turn and turn
#poem #poetry #writerscommunity
November 11, 2025 at 9:17 AM
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November 9, 2025 at 9:04 AM
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she dips the palette knife into the blue, drags it across the corrugated board. plays with paint like a child. intuitive. untrained. thinning out white she drip drip drips across the top. picks up a stick & swirls yellow-orange. a drizzle of sun. color speaks a language all its own.
#vss365
#vss365
November 9, 2025 at 7:43 AM
she dips the palette knife into the blue, drags it across the corrugated board. plays with paint like a child. intuitive. untrained. thinning out white she drip drip drips across the top. picks up a stick & swirls yellow-orange. a drizzle of sun. color speaks a language all its own.
#vss365
#vss365
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My last workshop of the year is a silly safari through humorous techniques. Feels like we all need a bit of levity after the year we've had. We'll look at daffynitions, spoonerisms, comic triples and much more.
Tues 2nd Dec 7pm GMT
OR Sat 6th Dec 9am GMT
www.mattkendrick.co.uk/live-worksho...
Tues 2nd Dec 7pm GMT
OR Sat 6th Dec 9am GMT
www.mattkendrick.co.uk/live-worksho...
November 9, 2025 at 11:38 AM
My last workshop of the year is a silly safari through humorous techniques. Feels like we all need a bit of levity after the year we've had. We'll look at daffynitions, spoonerisms, comic triples and much more.
Tues 2nd Dec 7pm GMT
OR Sat 6th Dec 9am GMT
www.mattkendrick.co.uk/live-worksho...
Tues 2nd Dec 7pm GMT
OR Sat 6th Dec 9am GMT
www.mattkendrick.co.uk/live-worksho...
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He has the #law, screwed and stuffed in his pockets, as he walks the canal tow path, catching a splash of loose stones in the bat darkness of it all. Ahead, there will be locks to navigate and deep tunnels to pass through, and a spook of navvies waiting for him with their picks and spades.
#vss365
#vss365
November 9, 2025 at 10:14 PM
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The #language of the Line rose from sand fine as talc, from a pale blue base that shimmered but did not flow. 170 glassy kilometres of blinding desert sun. Hieroglyphs made more sense to everyone. Its letters carved from concrete, bent from steel, spelt out a madness we all could feel.
#vss365
#vss365
November 8, 2025 at 12:56 PM
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Excited / nervous for this tomorrow night 🤩
Audience tickets still available 🎟️
www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/the-book-b...
Audience tickets still available 🎟️
www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/the-book-b...
November 8, 2025 at 2:12 PM
Excited / nervous for this tomorrow night 🤩
Audience tickets still available 🎟️
www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/the-book-b...
Audience tickets still available 🎟️
www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/the-book-b...
To speak another #language
is to stumble under new lights
forget your cues
drop your mask
My English self waits in the wings
reserved,rehearsed
the other me flails centre stage
accent jarring
massacring the rhythm of Italian grace
ancient romance of vowels & air
my mouth can’t quite learn
#vss365
is to stumble under new lights
forget your cues
drop your mask
My English self waits in the wings
reserved,rehearsed
the other me flails centre stage
accent jarring
massacring the rhythm of Italian grace
ancient romance of vowels & air
my mouth can’t quite learn
#vss365
November 8, 2025 at 12:11 PM
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loose tendrils
and butterfly blues
speakeasy morning
no smugglers here
only red coldness
subsiding in stillness
light catchers all the same
#inkMine #poet #writerslife
and butterfly blues
speakeasy morning
no smugglers here
only red coldness
subsiding in stillness
light catchers all the same
#inkMine #poet #writerslife
November 8, 2025 at 10:00 AM
loose tendrils
and butterfly blues
speakeasy morning
no smugglers here
only red coldness
subsiding in stillness
light catchers all the same
#inkMine #poet #writerslife
and butterfly blues
speakeasy morning
no smugglers here
only red coldness
subsiding in stillness
light catchers all the same
#inkMine #poet #writerslife
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A payphone still hummed in the sleet,
Its dial tone a pulse out of beat.
“History rings,”
The old porter sings,
“For ghosts with no fares and cold feet.”
#vss365 #history #prompt #poetry #limerick #skypoets #limericks #poetrycommunity #writing #5amwritersclub
Its dial tone a pulse out of beat.
“History rings,”
The old porter sings,
“For ghosts with no fares and cold feet.”
#vss365 #history #prompt #poetry #limerick #skypoets #limericks #poetrycommunity #writing #5amwritersclub
November 7, 2025 at 1:48 PM
A payphone still hummed in the sleet,
Its dial tone a pulse out of beat.
“History rings,”
The old porter sings,
“For ghosts with no fares and cold feet.”
#vss365 #history #prompt #poetry #limerick #skypoets #limericks #poetrycommunity #writing #5amwritersclub
Its dial tone a pulse out of beat.
“History rings,”
The old porter sings,
“For ghosts with no fares and cold feet.”
#vss365 #history #prompt #poetry #limerick #skypoets #limericks #poetrycommunity #writing #5amwritersclub
Between sunrise and sunset,
the city breathes spores instead of air. Vines climb glass towers,
feeding on dust and bone.
We, pale and translucent,
blink photosynthetic eyes,
our pulse a green, slow current,
heat response: null. empathy: archived.
#pennedreveries 7
#prompt
#writingprompt
the city breathes spores instead of air. Vines climb glass towers,
feeding on dust and bone.
We, pale and translucent,
blink photosynthetic eyes,
our pulse a green, slow current,
heat response: null. empathy: archived.
#pennedreveries 7
#prompt
#writingprompt
November 7, 2025 at 8:30 AM
Between sunrise and sunset,
the city breathes spores instead of air. Vines climb glass towers,
feeding on dust and bone.
We, pale and translucent,
blink photosynthetic eyes,
our pulse a green, slow current,
heat response: null. empathy: archived.
#pennedreveries 7
#prompt
#writingprompt
the city breathes spores instead of air. Vines climb glass towers,
feeding on dust and bone.
We, pale and translucent,
blink photosynthetic eyes,
our pulse a green, slow current,
heat response: null. empathy: archived.
#pennedreveries 7
#prompt
#writingprompt
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November 6, 2025 at 11:04 AM
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The trees tense and the
Dark fans out demanding that
We all just #relax
#haikufeels #poem #poetry #wtitingcommunity
Dark fans out demanding that
We all just #relax
#haikufeels #poem #poetry #wtitingcommunity
November 6, 2025 at 11:12 AM
The trees tense and the
Dark fans out demanding that
We all just #relax
#haikufeels #poem #poetry #wtitingcommunity
Dark fans out demanding that
We all just #relax
#haikufeels #poem #poetry #wtitingcommunity
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Today's #poetryprompt:
I want you to imagine for me a place that no human has ever stepped foot. It could be deep in the forest, high up on a mountain, out in space, or even a metaphorical place
Now write me a poem about what I would find there
#MPPrompt
I repost replies. Follow for daily prompts
I want you to imagine for me a place that no human has ever stepped foot. It could be deep in the forest, high up on a mountain, out in space, or even a metaphorical place
Now write me a poem about what I would find there
#MPPrompt
I repost replies. Follow for daily prompts
November 5, 2025 at 2:17 PM
Today's #poetryprompt:
I want you to imagine for me a place that no human has ever stepped foot. It could be deep in the forest, high up on a mountain, out in space, or even a metaphorical place
Now write me a poem about what I would find there
#MPPrompt
I repost replies. Follow for daily prompts
I want you to imagine for me a place that no human has ever stepped foot. It could be deep in the forest, high up on a mountain, out in space, or even a metaphorical place
Now write me a poem about what I would find there
#MPPrompt
I repost replies. Follow for daily prompts
It's getting cold, the evenings darker. Time for me to get creative. Experimenting with print making techniques.
November 5, 2025 at 4:52 PM
It's getting cold, the evenings darker. Time for me to get creative. Experimenting with print making techniques.
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My old phone. Does not know. Who I am. She searched through all its pictures, finding photos of a strange woman looking out. Scraggy haired with ring roads of worry circling her wide eyes. She put the device down. Picked up a book. Buried herself in its pages. Never to be found.
November 5, 2025 at 8:02 AM
My old phone. Does not know. Who I am. She searched through all its pictures, finding photos of a strange woman looking out. Scraggy haired with ring roads of worry circling her wide eyes. She put the device down. Picked up a book. Buried herself in its pages. Never to be found.
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November 4, 2025 at 12:21 PM
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November 4, 2025 at 12:08 PM
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I've been educated
in let downs and ghost stories.
The earth writes death threats
on a chalk board.
I absorb it all,
eager to turn disdain
into a chicken scratch manifesto.
I've never been a true idealist;
faint feelings of hope
are always usurped
by volatile chemicals.
#vss365 #emoetry #poetry
in let downs and ghost stories.
The earth writes death threats
on a chalk board.
I absorb it all,
eager to turn disdain
into a chicken scratch manifesto.
I've never been a true idealist;
faint feelings of hope
are always usurped
by volatile chemicals.
#vss365 #emoetry #poetry
November 4, 2025 at 1:27 PM
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Haiku - #harassed prompt.
The bubble of dreams
harassed by uncertainty
that you'll leave me there
#harrased #haiku #poetry #poetrycommunity #poems #Emoetry #uncertainty #writing #writingcommunity
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Haiku - #harassed prompt.
The bubble of dreams
harassed by uncertainty
that you'll leave me there
#harrased #haiku #poetry #poetrycommunity #poems #Emoetry #uncertainty #writing #writingcommunity
November 3, 2025 at 1:36 PM
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Haiku - #harassed prompt.
The bubble of dreams
harassed by uncertainty
that you'll leave me there
#harrased #haiku #poetry #poetrycommunity #poems #Emoetry #uncertainty #writing #writingcommunity
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Haiku - #harassed prompt.
The bubble of dreams
harassed by uncertainty
that you'll leave me there
#harrased #haiku #poetry #poetrycommunity #poems #Emoetry #uncertainty #writing #writingcommunity
The walls still quiver with cooling heat,
echoes cling to corners.
Curtains hang aghast, like stunned faces,
the air thick with bitten words.
I count the cracks in the wall,
pretend they are roads out.
Silence thrums,
a bruise still learning its colour.
#BlueskyRelay
#aftertheshoutingstopped
#prompt
echoes cling to corners.
Curtains hang aghast, like stunned faces,
the air thick with bitten words.
I count the cracks in the wall,
pretend they are roads out.
Silence thrums,
a bruise still learning its colour.
#BlueskyRelay
#aftertheshoutingstopped
#prompt
November 4, 2025 at 4:04 PM
The walls still quiver with cooling heat,
echoes cling to corners.
Curtains hang aghast, like stunned faces,
the air thick with bitten words.
I count the cracks in the wall,
pretend they are roads out.
Silence thrums,
a bruise still learning its colour.
#BlueskyRelay
#aftertheshoutingstopped
#prompt
echoes cling to corners.
Curtains hang aghast, like stunned faces,
the air thick with bitten words.
I count the cracks in the wall,
pretend they are roads out.
Silence thrums,
a bruise still learning its colour.
#BlueskyRelay
#aftertheshoutingstopped
#prompt