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Bearers of Silence

Beware the bearers of silence for they are showing  you a strength in carrying weighted words Words- nestled in a voiceless box that rearrange themselves but are in no hurry to be released Words that lie in a languid stupor... Continue Reading →

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Gently does it

There was a time when, if I dropped something, I'd pick it up without a second thought. Nowadays, when that happens, I yell for the kids (all the way upstairs or across town) to come pick it up! My yester... Continue Reading →

Flash Fiction: Day 299

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 →

All in the Timing

There's a rumour going around that there's a time for this and a time for that I hope that when I catch up they'd have added a time to smell the coffee or a time to remove rose-tinted glasses or... Continue Reading →

Inking Life

I'm trying a pantoum poem...for the second time in my life- and a great challenge it was. I've carried on with the theme of the power of ink... with a dash of the 'Trumpster" to spice things up a bit.... Continue Reading →

Quiet Time

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 →

So Much….

I've had my Dad on my mind lately. He was always there for a kind word and ...everything else. God rest his soul. There is so much pain when a person dies from the top of your head to the... Continue Reading →

Another 24 Hours

There’s nothing like fiery passion to fuel dreams. It pays to write down your dreams and your goals - constantly revisiting them until a fire is lit. I find it opens the mind’s eye to the bigger picture. There’s nothing... Continue Reading →

Playing for Time

Nervously biting my nails and tapping my left foot impatiently while staring at the clock of time…..these qualities are so not me. Is it a blessing or curse to be imbued with patience? That, I can never tell. Some would... Continue Reading →

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