Colleen Millsteed
Bio
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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- Top Story - May 2022
Not Lamb Brain FrittersTop Story - May 2022
Hello Mum, As May is the month of Mother’s Day, Vocal has a new challenge for writers to conquer. It asks that we write you an open letter and confess to something we never planned to tell you and that got me thinking.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Confessions
The Truth And Nothing But The Truth
Dear step-mother, Oh boy, just that title alone would have seen the back of my thighs black and blue for days. Hence why it has taken me this long to admit, I have a confession to make, although I never had any intention of confessing my crime. Not sure why, because I’ve been punished for it a thousand times over, albeit without any proof it was even me.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Confessions
The Sheer Terror Of Hearing From My Father
Let me start by saying that my father has never given me any reason to fear him or to panic if I see he is ringing me but nevertheless that is how I feel and I have tried to get past this in every imaginable way but the last few years I have finally had to accept that this is how it is meant to be.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Confessions