Chantal Christie Weiss
Bio
I serve memories and give myself up as a conduit for creativity.
My self-published poetry book: In Search of My Soul. Available via Amazon
Tip link: https://www.paypal.me/drweissy
Chantal, Spiritual Bad/Ass
England, UK
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The Day My Writing Practice Took a Slight Detour
I feel fortunate in life to live just a couple of blocks up from the beach. The beach is my happy place. Some days, and even more so when the weather is beautiful, I will push myself to take a slow walk down and sit and practise some of my writing exercises. And when I say: push myself, I’m embarrassed this may come across as taking where I live for granted or even laziness. But truthfully, it’s more about my procrastination.
By Chantal Christie Weiss18 days ago in Writers
Stepping Out of the Shadow of My Beautiful Twin
I can’t remember how many times I have been almost ‘admired’, not for who I was, but for who I was related to. This admiration would be expressed in the style of the following examples, on finding out I was related to my twin brother:
By Chantal Christie Weiss19 days ago in Psyche
Flaying Façades. Top Story - January 2026.
Prose Poetry Unburdening a menagerie of ghosts exorcised my fragile, fumbling heart. I had told you of jet-black thoughts through intimate chronicles, and discombobulated perceptions ripped beyond the basal of my breasts.
By Chantal Christie Weissabout a month ago in Poets
My Father Wound Is the Size of a Melon
I’d bricked up the ache I had felt from my father’s lack of love or concern for me, a long time ago. I drank the pain away and morphed it into a sexy, vivacious, and fun-loving party lover. It’s true, I did lose days to heartache and hangovers, but that’s Yin and Yang, right?
By Chantal Christie Weissabout a month ago in Psyche
Ego 1 — Love 0
The restaurant lighting cast a shadow over Solly’s worried brow. Biting her lip anxiously, she glanced around at the other diners to stop herself from checking her watch for the hundredth time! Soft melodic tones blended into the low hum of chatter, soothing her nerves a little, but not as much as her wine. The wine helped enormously!
By Chantal Christie Weissabout a month ago in Fiction
Lost and Alone in the French Alps. Top Story - December 2025.
Looking back, I can trace some of my life’s biggest adventures to a simple action from my sister. She’d introduced me to Tommy (a very long time ago), a colleague of hers, who had overshared his penchant for Italian-looking women, and I ticked that box.
By Chantal Christie Weissabout a month ago in Humans
