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The Water Fountain

April 19, 2018September 23, 2021 / Sheila Ryder / Leave a comment

      I’ve always thought the world was happening in the city The action, the noise, the change, the inspiration I was wrong   I drop the car at the mechanics, I’m walking home A long country road ahead, the mind takes advantage Lists and priorities, what to do today, next week, forever Pressing, … Continue reading The Water Fountain

Escape – The Moth Story Slam May 2017

March 26, 2018September 23, 2021 / Sheila Ryder / 1 Comment

When I was 20 I went to America on a J1 visa and like a lot of people I drank way too much. On this one night, I drank way, way too much and had a blackout. When I came to, I was in a field with two guys asking them where I was and … Continue reading Escape – The Moth Story Slam May 2017

The Black Rabbit – Spontaneity Issue 10

March 19, 2018September 23, 2021 / Sheila Ryder / Leave a comment

The Black Rabbit watches me, her eyes a green-grey dark. I want her; I know in that moment I have always wanted her. I take a step towards her; she blinks, an invitation to her dark abyss. Did the Black Rabbit smile? Can Rabbits smile? As always on the cusp, I hesitate, unable to grasp … Continue reading The Black Rabbit – Spontaneity Issue 10

When Worlds Collide – The Moth Grandslam Pavilion Theatre 2016

March 14, 2018September 23, 2021 / Sheila Ryder / Leave a comment

I was 13 and I was lying in bed gazing at my AHA poster on the wall but actually thinking about my Granddad funeral and it suddenly struck me. Death meant you would be gone. My Mum and Dad were going to die, my brother, my sisters…my friends. I was going to die. And my … Continue reading When Worlds Collide – The Moth Grandslam Pavilion Theatre 2016

When you feel anxious and overwhelmed…

March 6, 2018September 23, 2021 / Sheila Ryder / Leave a comment

Let the world in don't rush. Fill your heart. See the clear blue effortless sky And all your being will sigh A breath of contentment and relief That you are free.

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