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Misunderstood

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 →

Just in Time

I'm having a go at writing narrative poetry for a personal project. This is one of the chapters. I'm unsure of the rules- and this is how it's emerging. Despite it being a true story, I welcome all feedback- good... Continue Reading →

In my eyes he matches the gods

Sappho was an Archaic Greek poet from the island of Lesbos. She is known for her lyric poetry, and was widely regarded as one of the greatest lyric poets. This piece is an incomplete poem, which I've completed ( in... Continue Reading →

The Ecstasy of Silence

When I sit with you under an oak tree that is preoccupied with tending its errant leaves -I enjoy our companionable silence that doesn’t shy away from breath between words It is a silence that is content to remain pregnant-... Continue Reading →

The Artist

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 →

Tugging Corners In Silent Speak

So, I've been working on (and nearly finished editing) Smiles Under Pillows. This is the part I absolutely detest. Anyhow, I've been struggling with a foreword and have scrapped several ideas; nothing seems to work. So, I decided to turn... Continue Reading →

The Good,The Bad and The Ugly Critic

What to say about negative criticism? The very definition of criticism has negative connotations- so how much more the ‘negative’? There’s the delivery, and the receiving, of negative criticism. We’re all different, so there’s bound to be a myriad of... Continue Reading →

Greatness

Our minds tell us to stay where we are ..not to rock the boat to ignore that mountain but there’s the other half of it ...words we hear only in the darkroom telling us to detest mediocrity to embrace and... Continue Reading →

Needle and Dread

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 →

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