A Nice Soothing Horror Story

A very quick update as I go through today’s to-do list: With the whole of Aotearoa, New Zealand plunged once more into a Level 4 lockdown and anxieties rising again, it might seem somewhat counterproductive to write about how consuming horror can help and heal. But that’s just what I’ve been doing. With huge thanks

Memento Vitae: Memories of Life

Memento Vitae is a creative writing project I have been working on in one form or another since early 2019. It became a part of my website in June 2020, in the middle of the COVID-19 pandemic. The Memento Vitae project is an exploration through pictures, poems and prose of how we attach memories to

It Feels “Write”.

This piece about living with chronic pain was first published on The Mighty in 2018, but it seems to have disappeared. As it’s still very relevant, but not something I often tend to discuss at length, it feels right to republish it here, with some minor updates/edits. As always, when writing a personal piece, I

New Release – Poetry Chapbook

Around this time last year I released RISE, a collection of poems about motherhood, family, old friends, spiritual journeys and the sea. This year is the turn of BEACH GLASS & OLD BONES, poems with a strong focus on belonging, becoming and mental health. Both ePubs are, and always will be, free on Smashwords. https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/tabathawood

Breathing Room

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The Memento Vitae Project

My usual author bio begins like this: Tabatha Wood lives in New Zealand and writes weird, dark fiction and uplifting poetry. Despite her obsession with the strange and unusual, she considers herself mostly harmless. I don’t always write horror. In fact, a lot of what I write isn’t really horror at all, and is just barely skirting the