Rachel
@vignettes.bsky.social
Absurdist, writer, explorer, escape artist.
Writer of poetry, prose & flash fiction.
Words in Epistemic Literary, Pure Haiku, The Survivor Zine
British, moves a lot, currently living in Italy. 🇮🇹🇬🇧
Writer of poetry, prose & flash fiction.
Words in Epistemic Literary, Pure Haiku, The Survivor Zine
British, moves a lot, currently living in Italy. 🇮🇹🇬🇧
November 27, 2025 at 9:44 PM
I'm amused by your 'favourite cathedral, at the moment'. The fickleness.😂 I have a favourite church window..Tudeley, Kent has window by artist Marc Chagall
November 26, 2025 at 10:05 AM
I'm amused by your 'favourite cathedral, at the moment'. The fickleness.😂 I have a favourite church window..Tudeley, Kent has window by artist Marc Chagall
Dog walking this morning. The strawberry trees or 'corbezzolo' are in full bloom.
When they turn red the fruits are edible though an acquired taste, bland & gritty but apparently full of antioxidants.
When they turn red the fruits are edible though an acquired taste, bland & gritty but apparently full of antioxidants.
November 26, 2025 at 8:34 AM
Dog walking this morning. The strawberry trees or 'corbezzolo' are in full bloom.
When they turn red the fruits are edible though an acquired taste, bland & gritty but apparently full of antioxidants.
When they turn red the fruits are edible though an acquired taste, bland & gritty but apparently full of antioxidants.
Lovely prompt Fidel 🌠💫 @dragonslayerma.bsky.social
Here's my #PromptCombo for #NorthStar Another idea is brewing.
Here's my #PromptCombo for #NorthStar Another idea is brewing.
November 17, 2025 at 1:55 PM
Lovely prompt Fidel 🌠💫 @dragonslayerma.bsky.social
Here's my #PromptCombo for #NorthStar Another idea is brewing.
Here's my #PromptCombo for #NorthStar Another idea is brewing.
Weekend entertainment; foraging chestnuts in Monte Amiata a dormant volcano surrounded by beech & chestnut woods.
November 17, 2025 at 8:21 AM
Weekend entertainment; foraging chestnuts in Monte Amiata a dormant volcano surrounded by beech & chestnut woods.
7 years I've lived in Tuscany. The economy isn't great, job opportunities few, bureaucracy overwhelming. Maybe this is why Italians make the small everyday occurrences an occasion. Taking coffee is a special start to the day. A greeting, a smile to all. No laptops here, no takeaway coffee. Just €1.
November 13, 2025 at 12:10 PM
7 years I've lived in Tuscany. The economy isn't great, job opportunities few, bureaucracy overwhelming. Maybe this is why Italians make the small everyday occurrences an occasion. Taking coffee is a special start to the day. A greeting, a smile to all. No laptops here, no takeaway coffee. Just €1.
Thanks @hool415.bsky.social for this weeks #promptcombo
#workinglove
This is about the overworking that occurs both in writing and in this case baking. My emotions, the frustration sometimes spills over into my creative efforts. I need to learn when to pause.
#workinglove
This is about the overworking that occurs both in writing and in this case baking. My emotions, the frustration sometimes spills over into my creative efforts. I need to learn when to pause.
November 12, 2025 at 4:57 PM
Thanks @hool415.bsky.social for this weeks #promptcombo
#workinglove
This is about the overworking that occurs both in writing and in this case baking. My emotions, the frustration sometimes spills over into my creative efforts. I need to learn when to pause.
#workinglove
This is about the overworking that occurs both in writing and in this case baking. My emotions, the frustration sometimes spills over into my creative efforts. I need to learn when to pause.
Your page showed up in a fellow wrIters feed. We're an empathetic lot. Just wanted to thank you for the work you do supporting people experiencing homelessness. I wrote this short piece and wanted to share it. I've not lived in London for a few years but I've not forgotten.
November 11, 2025 at 12:01 PM
Your page showed up in a fellow wrIters feed. We're an empathetic lot. Just wanted to thank you for the work you do supporting people experiencing homelessness. I wrote this short piece and wanted to share it. I've not lived in London for a few years but I've not forgotten.
It's getting cold, the evenings darker. Time for me to get creative. Experimenting with print making techniques.
November 5, 2025 at 4:52 PM
It's getting cold, the evenings darker. Time for me to get creative. Experimenting with print making techniques.
I live near Chianciano, Siena is my closest city.
Here's that glorious Duomo with moody winter skies 😊
Here's that glorious Duomo with moody winter skies 😊
October 28, 2025 at 7:55 AM
I live near Chianciano, Siena is my closest city.
Here's that glorious Duomo with moody winter skies 😊
Here's that glorious Duomo with moody winter skies 😊
Morning Rosanna. Autumn in Tuscany.
October 28, 2025 at 7:41 AM
Morning Rosanna. Autumn in Tuscany.
October 27, 2025 at 7:58 AM
They rise from the soil like dark feathers, each rooted in centuries of bone. The wind slows, as if entering a chapel. Their silence is not peace but vigilance, the long attention of stone. Beneath them, the air thickens with forgotten prayers and the soft rest of wings.
#prose #writing #nature
#prose #writing #nature
October 26, 2025 at 10:17 AM
Autumn in Italy. Still blue but bloody cold. I'm out dog walking. 🥶
October 14, 2025 at 6:56 AM
Autumn in Italy. Still blue but bloody cold. I'm out dog walking. 🥶
Thanks @dragonslayerma.bsky.social
What a delightful prompt to start Monday morning. My secret simple pleasure that returns me to childhood joy is flying a kite. I keep it in the boot of my car.
#promptcombo #simplepleasures
What a delightful prompt to start Monday morning. My secret simple pleasure that returns me to childhood joy is flying a kite. I keep it in the boot of my car.
#promptcombo #simplepleasures
October 13, 2025 at 9:19 AM
Thanks @dragonslayerma.bsky.social
What a delightful prompt to start Monday morning. My secret simple pleasure that returns me to childhood joy is flying a kite. I keep it in the boot of my car.
#promptcombo #simplepleasures
What a delightful prompt to start Monday morning. My secret simple pleasure that returns me to childhood joy is flying a kite. I keep it in the boot of my car.
#promptcombo #simplepleasures
In Trevi’s piazza Mazzini the cold bites, sky a hard blue. We lean into sun warmed ochre walls, devour fennel slick sausage & black celery’s snap, fat bleeds through paper, red wine stained lips— smoke rising like incense to the hills, celery’s green spine holding winter’s soffritto.
#writer #Italy
#writer #Italy
October 4, 2025 at 3:22 PM
Thanks to @rfsmith.bsky.social for this weeks #PromptCombo #Character
I've been distracted over summer but getting back into a rhythm & it's good to see and read everyone.
I've been distracted over summer but getting back into a rhythm & it's good to see and read everyone.
October 1, 2025 at 4:07 PM
Thanks to @rfsmith.bsky.social for this weeks #PromptCombo #Character
I've been distracted over summer but getting back into a rhythm & it's good to see and read everyone.
I've been distracted over summer but getting back into a rhythm & it's good to see and read everyone.
The carousel spun too fast,
a blur of teeth and painted horses.
Laughter cracked in my throat~~
each orbit dragged me nearer
to the dark centre
where music forgot how to end.
#vss365 #blur #writingprompt
a blur of teeth and painted horses.
Laughter cracked in my throat~~
each orbit dragged me nearer
to the dark centre
where music forgot how to end.
#vss365 #blur #writingprompt
October 1, 2025 at 10:09 AM
The carousel spun too fast,
a blur of teeth and painted horses.
Laughter cracked in my throat~~
each orbit dragged me nearer
to the dark centre
where music forgot how to end.
#vss365 #blur #writingprompt
a blur of teeth and painted horses.
Laughter cracked in my throat~~
each orbit dragged me nearer
to the dark centre
where music forgot how to end.
#vss365 #blur #writingprompt
Lively morning in Chiusi, Tuscany, as the marching band kicks off the 2025 grape and wine festival. The old town is closed to traffic as restaurants and cafes spill over onto the pavements.
#italianlife
#italianlife
September 28, 2025 at 3:35 PM
Lively morning in Chiusi, Tuscany, as the marching band kicks off the 2025 grape and wine festival. The old town is closed to traffic as restaurants and cafes spill over onto the pavements.
#italianlife
#italianlife
Thanks. You wouldn't believe how much time I wasted in canvas trying to put these words on a bracelet😂 🙈
September 21, 2025 at 5:27 PM
Thanks. You wouldn't believe how much time I wasted in canvas trying to put these words on a bracelet😂 🙈
🙋♀️ I avoid the beach in summer.
This pic is why I don't go to the beach in July and August. No personal space....at all.
This pic is why I don't go to the beach in July and August. No personal space....at all.
July 14, 2025 at 8:24 AM
🙋♀️ I avoid the beach in summer.
This pic is why I don't go to the beach in July and August. No personal space....at all.
This pic is why I don't go to the beach in July and August. No personal space....at all.
For #PoemsAbout #Keepsakes
A reluctant keepsake from childhood, depression referred to as the black dog.
Thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk for creating this space.
A reluctant keepsake from childhood, depression referred to as the black dog.
Thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk for creating this space.
July 11, 2025 at 5:51 AM
For #PoemsAbout #Keepsakes
A reluctant keepsake from childhood, depression referred to as the black dog.
Thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk for creating this space.
A reluctant keepsake from childhood, depression referred to as the black dog.
Thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk for creating this space.
Thank you @rfsmith.bsky.social
for the #promptcombo #seaside
My piece remembers a two day heatwave in Rye Harbour, East Sussex. 2023?
for the #promptcombo #seaside
My piece remembers a two day heatwave in Rye Harbour, East Sussex. 2023?
July 8, 2025 at 8:20 AM
Thank you @rfsmith.bsky.social
for the #promptcombo #seaside
My piece remembers a two day heatwave in Rye Harbour, East Sussex. 2023?
for the #promptcombo #seaside
My piece remembers a two day heatwave in Rye Harbour, East Sussex. 2023?
It was hard to interpret
what passed between mouths
so I disappeared
into turmeric-yellow sunflowers,
the dry rasp of corn ears
the slender rustle of olive leaves
Rain told me secrets
Wind traced my name
Now, barefoot, I play in warm clay pools
building whole towns from birdsong.
#FromOneLine 380
what passed between mouths
so I disappeared
into turmeric-yellow sunflowers,
the dry rasp of corn ears
the slender rustle of olive leaves
Rain told me secrets
Wind traced my name
Now, barefoot, I play in warm clay pools
building whole towns from birdsong.
#FromOneLine 380
July 8, 2025 at 6:12 AM
It was hard to interpret
what passed between mouths
so I disappeared
into turmeric-yellow sunflowers,
the dry rasp of corn ears
the slender rustle of olive leaves
Rain told me secrets
Wind traced my name
Now, barefoot, I play in warm clay pools
building whole towns from birdsong.
#FromOneLine 380
what passed between mouths
so I disappeared
into turmeric-yellow sunflowers,
the dry rasp of corn ears
the slender rustle of olive leaves
Rain told me secrets
Wind traced my name
Now, barefoot, I play in warm clay pools
building whole towns from birdsong.
#FromOneLine 380