Kirsty Anne

WayWORD Festival 2022

WayWORD is back for 2022 with our festival running predominantly in-person for the first time, from 20th-25th September 2022!

Outlines Collective

Outlines Collective is an Aberdeen based group working with the local community on public art

WayWORD Festival 2021

Following the success of WayWORD festival in 2020 I was delighted to be hired by the WORD Centre to continue supporting their projects, including WayWORD 2021.

WayWORD Festival 2020

In 2019 I joined the founding committee of the WayWORD festival, run by the University of Aberdeen’s WORD Centre for Creative Writing.

Sewing Bee (Poetry)

Ducking and diving Over under over under. I gather up my dreams and bestow them on this garment. My needle swims, glides through the fabric until Prick, jump, bleed, bodge.

Mrs Estee Lauder, as gals in the biz call her, is just a hero. Full stop. End of story. Except it isn’t the end of the story: Mrs E died in 2004 but her name is still synonymous with one of the biggest and most respected beauty empires. But what is key isn’t so muchContinue reading “Why I love Mrs Estee Lauder”

The Story of Emily (Fiction)

The wind was so strong as Emily jogged towards the beach on the last night of her sponsored Jog-Along that the palm trees lining her route were bent over almost double. The palm trees were not native but had been imported during a glamourous phase in the nineteen eighties when these small oil towns wereContinue reading “The Story of Emily (Fiction)”

Mice and Men (Poetry)

There are two lovers on the beach. I watch them from where I am sat high up on the steps. They hug while I cry and collect rocks for keeps. A mouse runs across the steps. There are runners on the beach. Two men approach me from behind. I stand up on the steps, soContinue reading “Mice and Men (Poetry)”

The Last Laird (Non-Fiction)

Now I am going to tell you about Charles. I quite fancy him even if he would now be 102. But I suppose that’s the infinity of death. Infinitely young, infinitely handsome, infinitely dead. I am older than him now as well, which sort of takes the fun out of it and it becomes evenContinue reading “The Last Laird (Non-Fiction)”