Fiona Howell

Joined May 2022

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I am Fiona Howell, an Irish musician and a writer hailing from New Hampshire, US. I have two books out on Amazon: The Locked Box and Blackwood. I have three poems published in anthologies by the Peterborough Poetry Project.

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Spark
A candle’s flame sparks a sense of warmth and calmness deep in winter’s claws.
By Fiona Howell7 days ago in Poets
Winter Solstice Ritual
On the darkest night of the year, December 21st, I always light a candle and say a wish. The candle flame penetrates the darkness that lingers for far too long. It clings to my skin like oil and sticks like pine sap.
By Fiona Howell2 months ago in Humans
Star Crossed
An American Soldier Writes to a British Lady During the War of 1812 Dear Anna, August 10th, 1814, Canada I write to you while I wait for more orders. I am lucky to be fit enough to fight again, thanks to your gentle care. I do not know what made you take pity on me, but I am glad that you did. I wish you had stayed with me here in Canada. I hope you are safe in Washington and still doing what you do best, tending the wounded.
By Fiona Howell11 months ago in History
Dublin Streets
Seagulls fighting overhead, clouds cover the bars the Beer Temple and The Oak next door. Sun peaks through the gloom
By Fiona Howell11 months ago in Poets
Foss Mountain
A dirt trail all the way up. A field full of reds and golds, shining in the sun. The smell of pine tickles the nose and senses into
By Fiona Howellabout a year ago in Poets
Secret Languages
Each season has its moments of darkness, Clear skies signal the coming of Spring. Lilies of the valley start to bloom in the woods,
By Fiona Howell2 years ago in Poets
Winter Fox
I walked over the ice and snow. The crunch underfoot was the only audible sound. A crow tore the silence in two as it squawked about my presence. I put my things into the car and closed the door. It sounded so loud in the quiet.
By Fiona Howell2 years ago in Fiction
First Snow
The first snow feels special, it’s a magical time where excitement brews and coziness is everywhere. Snowflakes fall heavily.
By Fiona Howell2 years ago in Poets
The Blue Hour
The Blue Hour Everything is coated with a blue hue, my eyes take a while to adjust to the color. The shadows seem to dance more,
By Fiona Howell2 years ago in Poets
So Mote It Be
So Mote It Be I draw you to me, to me. I draw you to me, to me. True love it must be, it must be, I draw you to me, to me. I draw you to me, to me. So mote it be.
By Fiona Howell2 years ago in Horror
The Cave of the Cat
The Cave of the Cat – Oweynagat The entrance is small and triangular but the cave grows the farther you go inside it,
By Fiona Howell2 years ago in Poets
Cry of the Coyote
Cry of the Coyote Fiona Howell A long high-pitched note tears through the night and the patches of freezing rain.
By Fiona Howell3 years ago in Poets

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Spark

Winter Solstice Ritual

Star Crossed

Dublin Streets

Foss Mountain

Secret Languages

Winter Fox

First Snow

The Blue Hour

So Mote It Be

The Cave of the Cat

Cry of the Coyote

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