Sean Bass

Joined June 2022

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Bio

A poet and author from Liverpool, I have been published at dreamofshadows.co.uk and love to write.

I am extremely appreciative of anyone who reads my work. Thank you.

Achievements (1)

Runner-Up in If Walls Could Talk

Stories (21/0)

To Richard, Almost 4 Years On
Dear Richard, I saw the river today, flat and lonely, as if caught in some 50 pence postcard you could buy at any shop along the dock. But these are not my memories of you; the dock, the water, the perennial boats looking out past the mersey, past the sea, onto some untold destination, some unmakeable journey.
By Sean Bassabout a year ago in Poets
Runner-Up in If Walls Could Talk
Three Hail Mary'sRunner-Up in If Walls Could Talk
If walls could talk. They built the church in ’73, the confessional booth was added early the next year. If walls could talk.
By Sean Bassabout a year ago in Fiction
On a night from my childhood
I. Fire always something born of the flame, but not this time, this time, only us. II. Water Standing in my eyes, like the symbol of all that
By Sean Bassabout a year ago in Poets
Papas Cinema is Dead
I. Birth The beginnings of New German Cinema can be traced back to a single page, published in the journal Filmstudio in 1962. Brief and characteristically subversive, it summed the Oberhausen Manifesto up in a few broken lines.
By Sean Bassabout a year ago in Education
After a Dream, I Wrote This Poem
it was that winter, remember? when the lecky cost so much that we had to buy one of those long hot water bottles for cheap
By Sean Bassabout a year ago in Poets
Bozo the Clownfish
The fish always watch you. Thats one thing I've noticed working at the aquarium. They're always staring at you. Bug eyed.
By Sean Bassabout a year ago in Horror
Peaking
Reaching the peak, don't forget to think, what more is there to conquer now?
By Sean Bassabout a year ago in Poets
Mountain
At last, I am here, atop the mountain, but now how to get back down?
By Sean Bassabout a year ago in Poets
Over The Mountain
If over the hill is considered old, then what will people call me?
By Sean Bassabout a year ago in Poets
The Wind
The wind in my ears as I climb. How would it sound if I were to fall?
By Sean Bassabout a year ago in Poets
Newborn Mountain
Ah great mountain! What two pieces of land can claim to be your parents?
By Sean Bassabout a year ago in Poets
Beneath The Wings of a Dragon
The boy’s face was red, smeared with the bloody fingerprints of the Elder when Immanis found him, curled into a ball amongst the tree roots. Between the mud and blood there were streaks of tears where the child had cried himself hoarse, no doubt from the fear of wandering alone in these woods, in which even the trees themselves were unforgiving.
By Sean Bassabout a year ago in Fiction

Sean Bass

Bio

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Stories (21/0)

To Richard, Almost 4 Years On

Three Hail Mary'sRunner-Up in If Walls Could Talk

On a night from my childhood

Papas Cinema is Dead

After a Dream, I Wrote This Poem

Bozo the Clownfish

Peaking

Mountain

Over The Mountain

The Wind

Newborn Mountain

Beneath The Wings of a Dragon

Achievements (1)