Sue Reid Sexton

A healthy bank account, lots of woollies, a resurgence of my youth’s social anxiety, and not much writing: the end result of my lockdown.   ...

A poem from lockdown, a place where I run the gambit of all feelings humanly possible. Audio version here Lockdown Hunger Lock...

This week, I had a lovely message from a happy reader which she was kind enough to let me share. It is always good to hear from people who...

Coast ( audio version here ) There is a place you belong. It sits beyond the houses, roads, fields, factories and fences and is mil...

A poem, hot off the press, which can be read any way you want. Not about 'old flames' but could be. Not about reclaiming the past, b...

Sheltering at the back door. My last post was a bit show-offy. I made it sound like I’m living a fantastic creative life like that other...

This little beaut is Hot Water Tracy, so named for her number plate, which I guess I’d better not tell you. HWT has not caused any hot wat...