Author Archives: elizabethlovatt

all the rooms in my flat rated out of ten because I haven’t been outside in a while the hallway slim, yet functional. Leads up to the stairs neatly. The water turn off tap thingy for us and next door is underneath the floorboards here so that seems important, but the hooks I stuck upContinue reading “all the rooms in my flat rated out of ten”

I’ve been putting off writing this month’s tinyletter for obvious reasons. When I started the tiny narrative it was because I would spend whole weekends submerged in stories of some kind, whether through TV, books, podcasts, video games, lengthy twitter threads or my own scribbles in my journal — I wanted a space where IContinue reading “a few nice things”

Georgie Codd wants you to know she is not brave. Yet her first non-fiction book, We Swim to the Shark, is all about conquering fear, in her case a very specific phobia: ichthyophobia or the fear of fish. She chooses an extreme form of therapy to do so. The book charts her quest to immerseContinue reading “an interview with georgie codd and alex ivey”

I am standing in a queue at the post office depot on a bright cloudless Saturday afternoon in mid-January. It’s 12.24 I got here at 12.16. The queue stretches out of the door and around the corner. I hate every single person in front of me and pity every person behind me (but a vagueContinue reading “notes on waiting in the parcel collection queue on a saturday afternoon”

Seeing how this is my last tinyletter of the year I thought I’d reflect a little on what I’ve been up to in the last twelve months. I always feel like I don’t do enough, a feeling compounded by going back into higher education when there is always more you “could be doing”. So toContinue reading “a year in review”

I’m currently working on a theory that in every relationship there is a big light person and a little light person. And because I have my own tinyletter and my girlfriend doesn’t I’m here to you why the big light is best. A new debate has been raging over my social media these last fewContinue reading “big light little light”

Although I always have a book on the go, occasionally I go through periods of intense reading. In the month of October I’ve been on a roll (perhaps aided by moving house = no internet), so here’s a little round-up of what I’ve read, am reading and to read next. read The Pisces by MelissaContinue reading “october reads”

you ever think about how falling in love is like walking down a broken escalator? familiar but strange all at once? unheimlich. like you know how stairs work but this is different, the steps are too big and you know you and the steps should be moving but the steps are still and only youContinue reading “falling in love”

My brother was married on Saturday and he asked me to do a reading during the ceremony. I struggled for ages to find the right piece to read (with no help from my brother). In the end, I wrote this instead. I asked James what he wanted me to read for the wedding and heContinue reading “park benches”

Francesca Woodman, Untitled, Providence, Rhode Island, 1975-80 There is a door. Its placed at a seemingly impossible angle in a bare, dilapidated room. The edges of the door in the bottom right corner are blurred as if the door is out of focus, or else in motion. Beneath the impossibly angled door is a body,Continue reading “francesca woodman”