Tag Archive: writing

Anne Frank, a Lifelong Muse

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

Dragonfly Glow

Dragonflies. Artificial. Brilliant. Alight in night. peekiequeen poem/Six word story copyright: Thursday, June 5, 2014

An Ode to Pen and Paper

“…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

A moment for Celebration…

I Love to Write! I think I mentioned that the day I began this Blog last Fall. Having written in one form or another since I was quite young, I cannot imagine any… Continue reading

List Poem: A Lost Phone

Ticket and passport in hand. Finally, like a dream, England bound! English hotel is perfect, atmosphere intoxicates Small London suburb is home away from home A taste of business life: crazy opposite-side-of-street commute… Continue reading

Fascinating Fortunes…

Some Fun Word Play 🙂 1. You will find Deep Purpose in the rain. 2. Your Life will take an unexpected turn when you pass a RED car. 3. Listen closely to the… Continue reading

Wine and Chocolate…

Wine and Chocolate, Oh that Night Joy un-measurable, pure delight Feet are raised, they rest outstretched Snacks nearby, and drinks are fetched Chocolate tastes much sweeter then Wine greets tartly, perfect ten Underwood… Continue reading

Ironman’s Bucket List

I Am Ironman! Okay so you’d think I’d be happy with my life. Sure, fighting the forces of evil is damn cool. I’ve got a pretty hot girlfriend which makes things extra sweet.… Continue reading

Novel Update #7

I got choked up. I actually got emotional when I completed my… novel outline yesterday. Yes just the outline. But you see the outline, which has been written and rewritten a hundred times,… Continue reading

The Used-To-Be

It’s been a while… You greet cheerfully. The phone doesn’t ring anymore… You text carefree. I miss our lunches to fanciful cafés with buzzing atmospheres… You pass, friendly. Plans that used to be… Continue reading