Tag Archive: Books

Prompted

Bookish and striking a sparkle does shine and words are there prompted and feelings are fine the dotted, the golden the pages there lie and letters come tumbling, the words want to fly… Continue reading

Novel Update#24: In the Conversation

Last weekend I attended an annual local authors’ festival that I hadn’t been to in years. Wow, how times have changed. When I used to show up to these events, I barely knew the… Continue reading

Set forth the flare

Magic and Mystery blended in one gazing potential eager to run with it before me nameless its grown anxious for fire something I’ll hone make more and push me jump up and soar… Continue reading

The Magic and Menace

A Café Moment I have a love/hate relationship with Bookstores. I absolutely love them. I walk in and instantly I’m transported, inspired by the row upon row of created works, colourful, bound, bursting with… Continue reading

It Inspires…

A note, float, coats are shed A light, bright, sight is fed A shirt, flirt, skirt is worn A seed, feed, need is born The skin, thin, spin is done The dance, trance,… Continue reading

Taker does its part

“Rediscover Paper and Print In a world of virtual communications, people are rediscovering the real power of messages on paper – pass it on!” —Spicers.ca. Light it’s slowly taken when the entry is… Continue reading

Confessions of a Proud Writer!

Well I did it! I read THREE Books in THREE weeks, that last one taking just a day to complete. Big deal you might say? Well for those who have been following me… Continue reading

Happy Anniversary to the Café!

Hooray! It’s The Expressible Café’s First Anniversary! It has been one year since I launched this Blog and I can barely believe it. When The Expressible Café opened in September 2013, I had… Continue reading

Confessions of an Embarassed Writer

I collect books. Not special pieces of literature, first editions or necessarily best sellers. When something catches my eye, when I’ve heard of a great story from an interview or friend, or when… Continue reading

The Choice

It sits there unattended and grey. But its actually not grey. Its blue and black. Colour doesn’t really matter as its purpose lies beyond the surface. For once it is lifted from there… Continue reading