I don’t count the lockdown days anymore. What began as an enthusiastic rolling-up-of-sleeves-to-tackle-all-those-unfinished-projects battle cry.....has slowly morphed into large helpings of ice cream, huge chunks chocolate with lethal doses of Netflix! I’m calling this the "Robinson Crusoe phase" of my... Continue Reading →
I wonder at the world in which we live. Distracted days filled with the inane chatter of the putting away of crowns by princes- while floods steal the lives of innocents next door. Where human torches blend with the fiery... Continue Reading →
Is there beauty in suffering? Is there greatness at the end of pain? Great men and women tell stories of having emerged from the fire. I find myself travelling the same road-but not by choice. These men and women grew... Continue Reading →
I simply had to share this post after a rather interesting day at work. While working on the teeth of an elderly gentleman, we engaged in a conversation about cycling. I told him that I had recently picked up this... Continue Reading →
For National Poetry Month this year, I wrote the following poem and pasted it on my Facebook page: In the beginning after the world was formed and mountains took shape and rivers determined to snake It was only at that... Continue Reading →
It was time! Paula, whipped out her lucky red ribbon, as she and Rita raced towards their fighter jets. Within moments they were airborne. Rita fell in behind Paula- scanning her radar. All too soon, she picked up a menacing... Continue Reading →
The muffled crying was making it difficult for Count Vasti to focus. “Will you keep that down!”he growled at the source of the irritating sound. He glared at the girl tied to a makeshift gurney in the centre of the... Continue Reading →
Shaney jumped involuntarily. But so did everyone else in the makeshift tent. The bomb had seemed a little too close for comfort. She’d volunteered to assist in the war by coming to the frontline- but was already regretting that decision.... Continue Reading →
For Dverse, a 144 word flash fiction including the line ‘When far away, an interrupted cry’. Diary entry 299. That's the number of days it's been since London fell. The generator powering this observatory is rapidly failing and and I... Continue Reading →
Smell The Coffee 