Kevan Manwaring has taught creative writing with the Open University and elsewhere for many years. He is also a writer and performance story-teller. He draws on these skills in this guide for aspiring Fantasy writers. Manwaring states at the … Continue reading
Kevan Manwaring is a writer, storyteller and performance poet. He has also taught on all three Open University creative writing modules. Other projects include The Cotswolds Word Centre. To start off, please tell us a little about where you are … Continue reading
A Grey Day It is a grey day in November as I sit here, across from a sleepy woods,The trees as naked and denuded as barstool dancers.The trees shoot out limbs and branches that crisscross as they puncture the sky,And … Continue reading
I kept a confident, positive look on my face as the Governor of Louisiana, Alicia deVray, prepared to sign the document that would enact the first free drug community in the world. She turned and looked at me, I nodded … Continue reading
A critical essay examining how short-form video platforms like Instagram Reels and TikTok are accelerating the erosion of regional identities, with Kashmir as the backdrop. The essay dissects how these platforms flatten language, gesture, and identity into reproducible, depthless tropes. … Continue reading
He was dead. Yet he wasn’t. He went from a physical self to a conscious self. Even that is not quite accurate. He went from a bundle of particles to a single particle with a conscious self. There is still … Continue reading
Rumination When the nights close inAfternoons and evenings converge,The long summer days having moved on. Leaves capitulate like flames frozen upon the ember seasonGently stirred by the breath seen murmuring around the bough,Serenaded by the nature of contemplation. We confine … Continue reading
From the field agent’s manual Let the light pass by youfirst time around. Takenothing in. There maybe windows of which youare not aware, with markson them you do not want to hear about. Climb intoa car late at night& let … Continue reading
Everyone remembers the forestleads to ruinthe world needs spaceto be related to nature Even though we are unmarriedhope still liesin the sheath of fatewoven into threads of colour Powerful axe swingthe tree falls and the fruit from itcausing global warmingdue … Continue reading
it is a dead nativitythat the burned, blind berries stand serried on the trees,and the scuttered, flittering fields in the rafters of the grail,and the angelus that floats in a spineless, furling sea,with the nailed crests of children raining on … Continue reading