Sarah Duff

I don’t write for tears—I write from lived experience, from the deeper rhythms of life, and from what I witness in my role as a teacher. I just hope it lands.

I’ll be sharing this piece at my next event in May… and maybe it will move more than just one person.

But the real question is—
is this truly how some of our young people are living in the 21st century?

Living Ink (@livingink) Little Flower in London Precious young flower— Bright, and still burning beneath the ash— ou learned too early the hard language of London streets, A city that takes, That trades softness for survival, That teaches small hands to guard what should never be stolen, Beaten by shadows of men who mi...

Beware: artists, poets, and musicians operate in this area. 🎶
Thanks to Vinyl Tap Public House for a wonderfully fun afternoon!

As a completely respectable (and only slightly unhinged) English lady, I must add: I popped in for a quiet drink and left convinced I’d joined a band, written a sonnet, and possibly adopted a tambourine. Typical Sunday really. 🇬🇧

Baltic Market creatives — what a joy opening the event last night, hobble-leg and all 🦵✨

Poems, author chat, and a little nudge toward the wild side… 👀💧

Maybe even enough to tempt you into dipping a brave toe into wild swimming after the Wild Water trailer (yes, the award-winning one 😏)

See you at the next one 💫

Want me to host your Creative Social? Slide into my DMs 📩

Peace & love ✌️

Grateful to all the beautiful souls in India and beyond who reflected their light and shadow, helping me arrive calm, grounded and more fully human. ✨🤗

Living Ink (@livingink) Receiving I have walked as flame, Tongue lit with certainty, Throat bright and burning with truths that cut before they healed. I have mistaken volume for clarity, Righteous heat for wisdom, Cosmic height for home. And as I have fallen—not down, But inward— Into the quiet chamber where my own sh...

Lunch, and a question.

You asked about parallels,
And my words fell short,
Not because they were missing,
Because they were too full.

Living Ink (@livingink) Lunch, and a question. You asked about parallels and my words fell short. Not because they were missing— because they were too full.