Elle Schillereff
Bio
Canadian born, now settled on the west coast of Cymru/Wales. (she/her)
Avid writer of poetry and fiction, holistic massage therapist, advocate for women's health, collector of stray animals.
Grab a cup of tea and hang with me for a while.
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Static
Something a little different this week and one of the most precious projects I've ever worked on. Dom and I stayed up drinking whiskey, labouring away on Ableton, for countless hours making this song and I loved every delightful and occasionally tedious second. An experience I'll always treasure.
By Elle Schillereff9 months ago in Poets
Adventures in A&E. Content Warning.
I've been very poorly for 7 months. The culprits, it turns out, are two enormous ovarian cysts, one of each side. It's not been a pleasant 7 months and I've written a lot about it. Poetry about the strange shadow of pain, about the mental toll, about my body becoming alien to me.
By Elle Schillereff9 months ago in Humans
Stone Skipping
|When someone you love dies, the last thing you heal from is guilt. The sense that you shouldn't carry on with your life, that you shouldn't feel joy again because it disrespects that person. That dear, dear someone who will no longer feel joy or walk on a beach or make plans. The thing is, healing is not the same as forgetting. You will never forget, but you will regrow skin. It may not feel like you're making a conscious choice to do so, but eventually you do. A thousand small choices in a thousand small ways.
By Elle Schillereff10 months ago in Fiction
Red Song: Part Two
Read part one first, published last week. Written when I was at university - around 2012. At the time, I was doing my dissertation on fairy tales and filling my brain with Angela Carter, Hans Christian Andersen, and many, many more and I decided to write my own mad tale. I'm very fond of this story, although I'm not sure what it means and maybe that doesn't matter (makes it less of a fairy tale though). It reads like a fever dream, which sums up what life was like at the time.
By Elle Schillereff10 months ago in Fiction
