Tag Archive: writing

Ode to the Gundai

The boys gather round They’re all on the ground They move in seamless sway Their laughs fill the air With casual flare In days of endless play. I try to keep up No… Continue reading

A Post-less week

A week without writing a post Makes this writer not one to boast My schedule is full This isn’t all bull I promise to soon make up most. peekiequeen poetry, copyright Friday, July… Continue reading

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

The First time I killed a man…

It was the first time a killed a man For that I’m sure to say It wasn’t in me, or my plan That dark and fateful day. I can’t remember much of it… Continue reading

Marking Moments

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

Memorable Characters

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

A Pause Most-needed

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

A World of Colour

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

The Carpenter Who brought Candy

“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

The Big City: immensely stimulating…

A trip to the Big City can awaken even the most uninspired writer. I recently took a train ride to Toronto. I used to live there some time ago and loved the vibrancy… Continue reading