Sam Alexandra Rose

Author: writersamr

  • Publication Notice

    I just found out that one of my short stories is being published in an online magazine in October!

    This is awesome because I’m pretty proud of the story and have submitted it to a few places but it got rejected. Also it’s the first short story I’ve had published – usually I’m submitting poetry or the occasional memoir piece. So I’m really pleased!

    The story is called ‘Mirrors’ and it’s going to be published in Scarlet Leaf Review. I’ve been feeling a bit run down today as well so this is a lovely bit of news to brighten up my day!

  • easy saturday

    The stormy bank holiday when
    plans fell through so it was
    Scrabble and a fry up, lazy Saturday
    afternoon with my legs outstretched
    and your half of the sofa reclined, your
    heartbeat reverberating through the
    backs of my knees as you snored and I
    watched easy tv

  • The Creative Truth: Issue One Out Now!

    creativetruthjournal:

    Issue one of The Creative Truth is out now! You can download a free PDF version, or support the journal by buying an even cooler print version! The print version is only £3.99 and you can get 25% off by using code AUG2016 at the checkout until 24th August! Thank you so much for your support – I’m really happy with how the first issue has turned out, and honoured that so many writers chose to share their stories with us.

    Print copy

    Free download

  • not your average wednesday

    ‘easy, easy’
    they say,
    when nothing is easy

    and my eye welcomes
    the comfort of my
    fingertip
    and says this is a
    pressing matter

    and I’ve buried myself in bricks
    for days
    hard thoughts
    heavy thoughts
    thoughts that leave no room for
    anything else at all

    and I sink
    and I sink
    and my thoughts are nothing but
    this

    and the day comes that
    I’ve been waiting for
    and I’m going alone
    like I wanted
    but didn’t want
    and it happens
    and it’s okay
    probably
    maybe

    and it’s over

    and just like that
    the bricks are gone
    I’m still on my own
    but comfortably so
    and I can stand
    and there is light
    air all around
    no dusk or dawn

    just like a switch
    midnight to midday sun

    and everything feels fine –
    until next time.

  • Poetry Interview

    Want a quick 60 second read (ish)? Here’s a little interview with me about writing poetry, inspiration, and advice. 🙂

    http://www.adamlevonbrown.org/interview-with-sam-rose/

  • jack daniels

    the cold glass on my wet bottom lip
    my top lip enveloping – and then I tip
    the scent stings my nostrils and
    my teeth welcome it
    head goes back
    a slow swallow
    and the roof
    of my mouth
    goes numb
    the taste
    is blunt
    and then
    nothing
    matters
    anymore.

    maybe I am a mess
    but I love these
    nights.

  • Stream of consciousness

    A stream of conciousness I just found in my notes and probably wrote at work:

    We write to stay afloat. I could talk to someone but I don’t even know what I would say anymore. I am no longer coherent, I have inherited
    something I cannot give back, in body and mind, in thought and many unkind ways. where have the days gone that I once knew, those peaceful, carefree, relaxed days when everything was almost always okay? Who do I talk to now? I don’t even know what I would say that would be worth the energy, worth other people hearing, worth enduring their concerned faces, as all traces of me fade away, even those alive in the minds of others. All I can say is I’m sorry I can’t and I don’t know and I don’t know.

  • I spoke to a skeleton today

  • on post-traumatic stress after cancer

    Having PTSD – or anxiety, or whatever the hell this is – is like lugging a big heavy suitcase around with you all day, but it seems to be invisible to everyone else and you’re shouting at them in your head, “Why can’t you see this thing?!” But you don’t dare say it out loud in case the suitcase really is all in your head and your friends and family think you’re crazy and making a big deal out of nothing, or just attention seeking or trying to get sympathy. Experience has already taught you there are wrong people to try to talk to about it, so you keep your luggage to yourself and hope one day it becomes lighter, and someone sees it and says “are you okay with all of that?” And then you can finally say “No. Thank you for asking about it. I am not okay right now.” After days, weeks, months of lying, you will finally have found a chance to tell the truth. “No, I’m not okay, and this is a bit heavy, actually.” And then someone might give you a luggage trolley, or something. And things will be easier. I hope. Because I don’t even know where to find a luggage trolley.

  • some days