Wake up and Smell the Coffee; Poems, Short stories, Bite-size news- old and new .....Because I Have a Voice!
No story ever stands alone; there being a backstory buried beneath. Even the backstory has its own backstory….and so on. So next time you see a closed door...think again. Behind closed doors where naked skies reign without moon or stars... Continue Reading →
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Lying amongst many kisses ..away from shrugs and near misses ..away from pretence or common sense ..is a meeting of lips to end all kisses A kiss that roars and mutes all known sound yet ignites a spark and fires... Continue Reading →
I heard it once said that "a nest is built with broken branches". The realisation of the truth in this statement can only come with experience. In the same vein, there are those songs that only make sense when sung... Continue Reading →
This was a relief. Being freed from editing my poetry book to respond to today's prompt; to write about this very moment. Now, what to write?....ok, I've got it. I can't hold onto time- not the present or the past.... Continue Reading →
I grew up in a home where intermittent solitude was considered an essential part of personal growth. My dad always said that there was a time to 'gather one's thoughts' and a time for 'chit-chat'. Either way, he was already... Continue Reading →
I knew you were beautiful when you said hello and came over to sit next to me We chatted easily and I didn’t feel nervous and you didn't ask of me questions without answers I knew you were beautiful when... Continue Reading →
I’ve been pondering the concept of Truth ...during my existential musings (as you do), and wonder how you would be able to tell the difference between a truth and a falsehood. And then I thought, we generally don't care about... Continue Reading →
Do you hear that sound? it's the silence of conscience patiently awaiting a voice And what are those other sounds? the tick-tock of time the thumping of a million heartbeats the thrumming of countless pulses are they a mocking melody... Continue Reading →
Mary Oliver, renowned poet has died at the age of 83. She was well known for her straight-talking poetry, believing that poetry 'mustn't be fancy". This made me think of all the poetry I've read over the years...and yes, there... Continue Reading →
