Author Archives: beckydeans

About beckydeans

I've always been a writer one way or the other.

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Rebecca Deans takes both data security and safeguarding very seriously and will not post the full name of children under 18 on the page. All expressions of creativity are shared with the understood permission of the artist at the time … Continue reading

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Happy birthday, Morten Harket (for tomorrow. Just getting in there early)

Here’s a poem for all you Virgos.   I have lost a slipper found marbles a pick Lego blocks   I mean gold Lego arms and legs and heads and a very nice chap from Bangkok   He let’s me … Continue reading

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Roald Dahl inspired limerick from writers’ group April 2016 *bit rude* #amwriting

This limerick comes from a writers’ group where I introduced or reintroduced Ronald Dahl to the members of the group. We had a good read of what we could find in Ripley Library. Then we wrote and blimey it was … Continue reading

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Shred – 2017 version of this poem #amwriting #amediting

Shred You are my life, my completeness. This love is my weakness. You are the treasure in my chest. My heart can’t rest. You are my before and my after. The absence of laughter. I’m held. You’re my holder. My … Continue reading

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Hello – a 1997 poem just before another poetry course! New beginnings and full cycles. #amwriting

It’s been mind-blowing to be part of the writing ambitions: Derbyshire Residencies scheme. It’s made me reappraise many things I have done, and generally give myself a big pat on the back. I mean, it was a big achievement to … Continue reading

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Chapter One of Simon Says: Perfect Prison #amwriting

Simon says   Chapter 1: Perfect Prison   Who knows how she got to that moment? Banging on the kitchen door, demanding to be let out. She was cooking a pasta bake, pasta steaming away, needed a tissue, and she couldn’t get out of the door. Simon had Louis, their son, their one and a […]

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Let’s Talk about the Weather: A Review of The Storm Officer by Matt Black – Friday 17 March 2017

I haven’t seen many plays recently. The that ones I feel the most comfortable with are Shakespeare and I can’t think of the last time I saw a Shakespeare. Possibly when that lady from Surgical Spirit and Grant from Eastenders … Continue reading

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