Master and Miss at the beach -fictionalising a diary entry

I’d deliberately left a little earlier today after yesterday’s calamity of the tide coming in right on top of us forcing us back against the sheer cliff face and eventually off the beach… We wound our way back through the tee-tree tunnel that we’d found yesterday but had somehow missed the turnoff to the ramp more

The 9th Wave:

  I thought of you again today my love, When I stood on the beach and watched the inverted pyramid of vertical column clouds heading straight out toward the horizon as far as the eye could see. And behind me, the sky was painted with twenty mermaids lying on their backs with their tails curled more

Caught at fourteen – a short story

Written 10th April 2017 – ©LMM

Disclaimer: Please note that these words in no way reflect
the life philosophies of the writer. This novel carries a
disclaimer about the characters bearing no relation to 
persons living or deceased. This is a work of FICTION.

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Uni Assignment – Poetry & Exegesis of LMM

©LMM – Written May 2017

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Personal Essay for Uni – Can literature have an affect on and change lives?

I thought I’d share with you a Personal Essay I wrote for Uni. The prompt for this essay was “Can literature have an affect on and change lives?” Personal essays are written by writers who want to argue a point but also want to give insight into their own experience of what has brought them more

The Best Was Yet To Come, Sylvia

I know why you did it, Sylvia, When the world becomes too painful to bear, And seeking help means you’ll be returned to the chair, And it’s all turned black & white and lost its flavour, And each new mouthful is one less to savour, Suddenly your mind has wandered back into the lair, The more

My first sonnet – 30/12/16

The summer night & I share an exquisite secret, Whirring mosquitos happily prattle on, My euphoria shoots heavenward & deepens, Starlit black velvet & sweet celestial song. Many ants build up a nest one morsel at a time, And in the same way, my hope & faith was restored, Golden, azure drops run over black more

Haiku (5,7,5) written November 2016

Would his love reach me? Cold, shy, distant, reserved, I longingly sing. I was a minor; No characterisation, And then I saw him. On the precipice, Of love, about to dive down, Search the lost & found. He entered my soul, Sat down, picked up the remote, Flicked through, never left. Divine Providence, Brought our more

“Did you miss me?” she asked …

“I guess so,” I answered, without making eye contact, as nonchalantly as I could. “I did it to punish you,” she said casually. “I know,” I answered, flicking through the mail. “But every time I saw salt I would think of you and start to cry,” “Oh really?” She knows how much I love salt. more