The Mark

THOSE WHO GIVE UP THEIR LIBERTY FOR SECURITY DESERVE NEITHER Skylar looked up at her phone and pouted her lips and before even looking at the selfie she had taken – she quickly put on the filter – the one that made her look somewhat mystical and soft around the edges. She frowned when she…

Nobody Loves Me – Ernesto

Ernesto stepped off the water taxi onto the crowded cement dock. He shifted his bag onto both shoulders and set off across the beach – through the park, with the steady tread of a soldier going on a ten mile march. As he walked he took in every face, every movement, he wondered if that…

Nobody Loves Me – Nina

Nina hadn’t sold many necklaces, only a very few bracelets – she was mildly worried but mostly desperate to go and sit on the large turtle in the park and pretend it was carrying her across the ocean. But instead she stood on the beach seeming to look around, but mostly lost in thoughts. Nina…

Nobody Loves Me – an introduction

When you have lost everything that mattered – what is left and who is left – but nothing and Nobody… She sat on a bench in the midday sun in a park that had no trees – A couple sat down next to her without giving her a first look – never mind a second…

I Am Here!!!

I am here… In the corner of your eye That person you walked by I am here, right here   I am not quite whole There’s a body, there’s a soul But I’m just another face In a growing human race Till you turn around and see I am here… This is me   It…

Unexpected Analysis – Excerpt

The piece below is a writing assignment I had, to use dialogue to give clues of character and surrounding… in short a lot of fun! It is also from a book that I have begun time and again – but have not yet finished… “I don’t see why I need to buy the pills, I’m…

A Wager of Wills – A Poetical Excerpt

After a whirlwind journey, Amy and her companions arrive in India. In the unconventional home of Mrs. White, Maria discovers a book of poetry and when she confesses her illiteracy, Amy vows to undertake her education… Amy reads the following poem to her:     “Over in Ireland, are loving arms, to hold me tight…

RESTLESS WANDERER

This poem is based on a story I am busy writing, in fact I just added three more pages to it this morning… It is going to be my first trilogy. It is based in 1799 and stretches the length and width of the Napoleonic wars. The story is narrated by Harriet Thatcher a farm…

Shadow

There are times when the part we most want to be rid of is the only part that sets us apart from others…   Shadow I spent my childhood with her, Gazing up at stars I spent my days beside her Sometimes watching from afar   Sometimes she felt too deeply And tears came too…

My Poems

I declare this month of January (what is left of it!) Poetry Month – and will be posting a poem from my archives on random days throughout the weeks to follow… With or without comments. My Poems These are my poems, a code of sorts My mind, eye and ear are cohorts My eye watched…