Beckbridge – sometime scribbler

Random musings, stories, poems, rants and pictures from the hands and heart of a 50 something year old woman.

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  • I, Corporation

    I almost cannot believe that I do not have a post or any content relating to my other “novel in progress” (or rather more accurately stalled and unsure if it will ever get picked up again) I, Corporation. It was supposed to be my third book, and a deliberate break in style – an attempt…

    I, Corporation
  • Displacement

    Like TSoW post, this exists to allow me to add a Category and tags to the page for Displacement. And again, if you like the sound of the book, it’s here on Amazon.

    Displacement
  • The Stealer of Worlds

    This post exists to allow me to add a Category and some tags to the page for The Stealer of Worlds, the YA book I wrote waaaaaayyyyy back when… If you happen to find your way to this then go check out the book on Amazon – thanks!

    The Stealer of Worlds
  • Untitled Everywoman

    Back when I was a LOT younger, I wrote the lyrics to a handful of songs. As with a lot of my writing, going back and doing a re-read of them now with the benefit of hindsight and being a trans person, I can see me, the real female me, trying to tell the old…

    Untitled Everywoman
  • Killing Us

    This is a piece I wrote back in February 2023 just after the transphobic murder of Brianna Ghey. Depressingly, I’ve had to add a couple of new lines to it to cater for the people who are now willingly lending their talent and fame to the further enrichment of the person who is successfully winning…

    Killing Us
  • Soteriology

    This story came from an idea I will be using in a later work, but which started as “a hazmat suit which could withstand Hell”. From that idea came the first line – after all, humanity’s first foray into the Inferno would likely not go well. Of all the recent crop of short stories I’ve…

    Soteriology
  • Albion’s Witness

    I took this photo walking on the Downs in late July, still trying to make sense of the country I had grown up in, and what it had done to me, and all trans people. Seeing this old(ish) waypoint marker made me think of “Albion” and the ancient land I stood on, and how we…

    Albion’s Witness
  • The Department

    So, this idea was originally going to be “the plot” of Displacement – I envisioned an opening scene cutting between parallel narratives of a surgeon desperately trying to save a patient on the operating theatre with someone being mugged in an alley – the conceit being I would use the same dialogue between intercut scenes…

    The Department
  • Cancelled

    A short poem I wrote after another morning of disrupted travel to work, and general feelings on who our “elected representatives” are blaming for the ills of the world, when we should be looking elsewhere. Cancelled Another cancelled trainAnother disrupted morningCommuters stood around yawningAs we’re all made late again. First world problems we all agreeAt…

  • Monument

    I wrote this last night, towards the end of Trans Day of Remembrance, and it kinda poured out of me, like a lot of my best stuff does. Monument Where is our monument?The monolith to our lost siblingsOur memorialTo those of usWho had the ultimate pricePlaced on their headsUnwillinglyBy “civilised” societyWhen it is anything butA…

    Monument