Jac Forsyth
@jacforsyth.co.uk
SFF writer. Advocate for gender diversity. Author of Ørma: The Song of the Lark. An unlikely hero’s journey into the drifting deserts of Afghanistan and the chocolate chip based desserts of a visitor teashop near Chichester.
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Jac Forsyth
@jacforsyth.co.uk
· May 18
Now wait, after yesterday’s thrill of writing chivvy, today delivered an exciting opportunity to write the word skew whiff.
For a merry while I thought it was a single word. Come on, skewwhiff should be one word.
But fortunately, saying double ww out loud is a gift unto itself.
#writersofbluesky
For a merry while I thought it was a single word. Come on, skewwhiff should be one word.
But fortunately, saying double ww out loud is a gift unto itself.
#writersofbluesky
December 10, 2025 at 10:33 AM
Now wait, after yesterday’s thrill of writing chivvy, today delivered an exciting opportunity to write the word skew whiff.
For a merry while I thought it was a single word. Come on, skewwhiff should be one word.
But fortunately, saying double ww out loud is a gift unto itself.
#writersofbluesky
For a merry while I thought it was a single word. Come on, skewwhiff should be one word.
But fortunately, saying double ww out loud is a gift unto itself.
#writersofbluesky
😂😂😂, it does!!!
And chivvying.
Chivvying!
How marvellous. Chivvying only needs one more v to turn it into a vampire.
And chivvying.
Chivvying!
How marvellous. Chivvying only needs one more v to turn it into a vampire.
December 8, 2025 at 1:03 PM
😂😂😂, it does!!!
And chivvying.
Chivvying!
How marvellous. Chivvying only needs one more v to turn it into a vampire.
And chivvying.
Chivvying!
How marvellous. Chivvying only needs one more v to turn it into a vampire.
Oh glorious day. I’ve had a legitimate reason to write the word chivvy twice this Monday morning.
Double v words always look like they aren’t real. Savvy. Divvy.
I adore them.
#writersofbluesky
Double v words always look like they aren’t real. Savvy. Divvy.
I adore them.
#writersofbluesky
December 8, 2025 at 10:06 AM
Oh glorious day. I’ve had a legitimate reason to write the word chivvy twice this Monday morning.
Double v words always look like they aren’t real. Savvy. Divvy.
I adore them.
#writersofbluesky
Double v words always look like they aren’t real. Savvy. Divvy.
I adore them.
#writersofbluesky
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We’re excited to announce the Bookshelfie Awards — a new book award celebrating the best in independent publishing! We’re looking for books that take risks, break moulds, and showcase brilliant writing.
Submissions open now! Winners to be announced late December.
Submissions open now! Winners to be announced late December.
May 15, 2025 at 6:49 PM
We’re excited to announce the Bookshelfie Awards — a new book award celebrating the best in independent publishing! We’re looking for books that take risks, break moulds, and showcase brilliant writing.
Submissions open now! Winners to be announced late December.
Submissions open now! Winners to be announced late December.
Thank you so much, Brenda ⭐️💛
May 19, 2025 at 7:31 AM
Thank you so much, Brenda ⭐️💛
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This is a couple of days late. My firstborn graduated this weekend and there's been a lot going on for that! 🌟🎉
I'm catching up today. Here's my poem "Wrap" #PoemsAbout #NeverForget @brokenspinearts.bsky.social @alanparry83.bsky.social
I'm catching up today. Here's my poem "Wrap" #PoemsAbout #NeverForget @brokenspinearts.bsky.social @alanparry83.bsky.social
May 18, 2025 at 2:12 PM
This is a couple of days late. My firstborn graduated this weekend and there's been a lot going on for that! 🌟🎉
I'm catching up today. Here's my poem "Wrap" #PoemsAbout #NeverForget @brokenspinearts.bsky.social @alanparry83.bsky.social
I'm catching up today. Here's my poem "Wrap" #PoemsAbout #NeverForget @brokenspinearts.bsky.social @alanparry83.bsky.social
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I dream in the old language
The one my father would sing in
when he didn’t want us to know
he had been crying
from a world that liked to break him like cheap porcelain
Swept up in sunshine
mended at night
only to be broken again
the next day
The one my father would sing in
when he didn’t want us to know
he had been crying
from a world that liked to break him like cheap porcelain
Swept up in sunshine
mended at night
only to be broken again
the next day
May 17, 2025 at 3:49 PM
I dream in the old language
The one my father would sing in
when he didn’t want us to know
he had been crying
from a world that liked to break him like cheap porcelain
Swept up in sunshine
mended at night
only to be broken again
the next day
The one my father would sing in
when he didn’t want us to know
he had been crying
from a world that liked to break him like cheap porcelain
Swept up in sunshine
mended at night
only to be broken again
the next day
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May 16, 2025 at 3:20 PM
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In a town no bigger than a sigh, the #wraith of Margaret Gill rang the church bell at noon on Saturdays.
No one asked why; they nodded while whittling their wood, accepting that some secrets belonged to the town, watching the shadows stretch into the afternoon like truths too long untold.
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No one asked why; they nodded while whittling their wood, accepting that some secrets belonged to the town, watching the shadows stretch into the afternoon like truths too long untold.
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May 18, 2025 at 1:27 PM
‘in a town no bigger than a sigh’
This is so beautiful, Lee 💛
This is so beautiful, Lee 💛
May 18, 2025 at 2:16 PM
‘in a town no bigger than a sigh’
This is so beautiful, Lee 💛
This is so beautiful, Lee 💛
You’re too kind, thank you, Steve 💛⭐️
May 18, 2025 at 12:24 PM
You’re too kind, thank you, Steve 💛⭐️
It does need marking 💙
Walk gently with yourself today.
Walk gently with yourself today.
May 18, 2025 at 9:53 AM
It does need marking 💙
Walk gently with yourself today.
Walk gently with yourself today.
Oh gosh, Lawrence, that’s so kind, and such praise coming from you. I love your poetry.
May 18, 2025 at 9:42 AM
Oh gosh, Lawrence, that’s so kind, and such praise coming from you. I love your poetry.
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In The Mist Of Life We Are
A wraith
stitched from fog and fret
slips through the floorboards
toothless,
tongueless,
it feeds on wallpaper stains,
drinks light from the kettle’s hiss,
wears my name like
a borrowed book,
then folds into the mirror,
exhaling a
moth-bitten
sigh.
#wraith
In The Mist Of Life We Are
A wraith
stitched from fog and fret
slips through the floorboards
toothless,
tongueless,
it feeds on wallpaper stains,
drinks light from the kettle’s hiss,
wears my name like
a borrowed book,
then folds into the mirror,
exhaling a
moth-bitten
sigh.
#wraith
May 18, 2025 at 9:10 AM
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May 18, 2025 at 8:55 AM
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My mother would see them. A #wraith. A forewarning. Thinking of those soon to be left behind, she would whisper her news, and give a chance to say last words and speak of love. They took her from me for it. Now when I see the not yet dead, I turn my back and pretend they are simply shadows. #vss365
May 18, 2025 at 8:44 AM
How marvellously creepy and splendid 😁
May 18, 2025 at 9:04 AM
How marvellously creepy and splendid 😁
I bet! It’s so cinematic, it’d work really well as an illustrated spoken word piece.
May 18, 2025 at 8:57 AM
I bet! It’s so cinematic, it’d work really well as an illustrated spoken word piece.
Opening stanza is exactly the right word 😁
It’s been so dry here, the river wrote its own poetry today.
It’s been so dry here, the river wrote its own poetry today.
May 18, 2025 at 8:49 AM
Opening stanza is exactly the right word 😁
It’s been so dry here, the river wrote its own poetry today.
It’s been so dry here, the river wrote its own poetry today.
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Wraith
As I sit lonely on the shore
A silk wyrmed veil descends
A gentleness of turning mist
And as it bends I see
The faces of forgotten friends
Smiling down
Lovingly
Untill the wind
Across the sea
Softly
Stirs
The ghost
Of me
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As I sit lonely on the shore
A silk wyrmed veil descends
A gentleness of turning mist
And as it bends I see
The faces of forgotten friends
Smiling down
Lovingly
Untill the wind
Across the sea
Softly
Stirs
The ghost
Of me
#vss365
May 18, 2025 at 8:28 AM
Wraith
As I sit lonely on the shore
A silk wyrmed veil descends
A gentleness of turning mist
And as it bends I see
The faces of forgotten friends
Smiling down
Lovingly
Untill the wind
Across the sea
Softly
Stirs
The ghost
Of me
#vss365
As I sit lonely on the shore
A silk wyrmed veil descends
A gentleness of turning mist
And as it bends I see
The faces of forgotten friends
Smiling down
Lovingly
Untill the wind
Across the sea
Softly
Stirs
The ghost
Of me
#vss365
