The Writer’s trek
The screen sits still Blinking cursor beckons The block, the wait, the anticipation Slowly your mind comes to life Black on white Words take shape In the twisty curls of letters Characters are… Continue reading
I sat there gazing up at the Celtic Knot stained glass in the Irish pub. It was lovely. But it wasn’t necessarily a spectacular sight. It’s rare beauty wasn’t the reason I was… Continue reading
If I were to ask you about a memorable character that you’ve read and loved or watched and enjoyed, who would come to mind? I can name several: • Jo March from Little… Continue reading
The silky film Dances lightly beyond there Framed by white boards Three candle sticks Firm, thin, red, unlit Held in an iron grasp, sturdy A crisp sheet Drapes smooth over the seat Where… Continue reading
The flurry rises everywhere The fastest ones are free To race and fly and jump about The magic ball to knee. The lists and posts, the photos too Cannot contain the dreams They’re… Continue reading
“During the summer I turned 10, my neighbours next door renovated their house. There were contractors, plumbers, painters and one carpenter who came by everyday. I didn’t like the noise: lots of hammering… Continue reading
Anne Frank: An ordinary girl who loved and played and read and acted out and maintained an enviable spirit, even under the most horrendous conditions. Anne Frank was only 13 years old when… Continue reading
Dragonflies. Artificial. Brilliant. Alight in night. peekiequeen poem/Six word story copyright: Thursday, June 5, 2014
“…watching the imprint of pen on page reminds us that writing is a craft. If everything is done on keyboards and fibre-optic wires, we may as well be writing shopping lists or investment… Continue reading