Teresa Renton

Joined March 2018

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Inhaling life, exhaling stories, poetry, prose, flash or fusions. An imperfect perfectionist who writes and recycles words. I write because I love how it feels to make ink patterns & form words, like pictures, on a page.

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Gentle Stories of Discovery:
“What do you want to be when you grow up?” Asked just about every adult who first met me as a child. Depending on the day, my age, or which way the wind was blowing, my answers were consistent only in their resolution and finality.
By Teresa Renton2 years ago in Chapters
The Gingerbread Baker. Top Story - September 2023.
So the gingerbread man sits on the fox's tail. And the fox begins to swim —The Gingerbread Man Ladybird book She baked gingerbread men daily—whole families of them—using her own recipe. Ginger, cinnamon, cloves, and nutmeg spiced the air as she swished her wooden spoon around her bowl, kneaded, rolled, and cut her figures. She'd even baked her own family—Mr Robinson and the children. It was the only way to guarantee a perfect family.
By Teresa Renton2 years ago in Fiction
Gentle Stories of Discovery: Chapter 1 - The Invitation
THE INVITATION It perched on the mantelpiece, aloof, self-assured, and provocative. A seemingly harmless rectangle of card bearing its messages in sophisticated font and branding colours. Yet I felt the thud of my heart each time I glanced in its direction. Too ashamed to respond, yet too frightened not to, I allowed the entire business of the invitation to consume me.
By Teresa Renton2 years ago in Chapters
Ode to the Kitchen Roll
I’m told I shouldn’t use you that because of trees, we breathe; but under the sink lies a motley crew of tatty cloths I’d rather leave.
By Teresa Renton2 years ago in Poets
Ode to a Cloud
I’m often mesmerised by the stunning depth and beauty of clouds. I imagine entire kingdoms within their folds. Pillowy, marshmallowy
By Teresa Renton2 years ago in Poets
Ode to Daydreams
I was always getting told off for daydreaming. But I now realise the value of these special places our minds visit when left to their own devices. I wrote an ode to the simple daydream, where my poetry seeds germinate:
By Teresa Renton2 years ago in Poets
Petrichor
My ode to petrichor (n) - Greek origin - the scent of rain on dry earth. Mornings smell different, especially after rain.
By Teresa Renton2 years ago in Poets
Inconsequential Woman. Top Story - August 2023.
I am an inconsequential woman. I lurk in the shadows, a note flung in your trash, alien scent on your shirt, trophy lace in the back of your drawer.
By Teresa Renton2 years ago in Critique
Somewhere in Yorkshire, England, Tears are Falling
These tears are falling in Yorkshire, England, where it’s raining again, we’re all wearing kagools, and it’s impossible to feel Chelsea.
By Teresa Renton2 years ago in Poets
Buzz of Love. Runner-Up in the Short and Sweet Challenge.
A sun’s waxy heat rays draw a line down each long limb, gild our wet skin on skin, slow time, melt shy coy from a new
By Teresa Renton2 years ago in Poets
Capture. Top Story - July 2023.
It was in heady summer heat, sun tracing lines along limb lengths, melting inhibitions, slowing inner clocks, sticking us together,
By Teresa Renton3 years ago in Poets
Digital Revenge
‘Make me unrecognizable,’ she said. Leon stared at her, motionless, fighting back tears. Hazel approached him and placed one elegant hand on his cheek.
By Teresa Renton3 years ago in Fiction