Journal Entry – Grace

Journal – 26th January, 2018 He took me to Berwick Botanical Gardens this morning. We stood gazing at the scene at the lake both completely immersed in a world of our own but also of each other. We agreed a short story could be written and also a canvas painted from our vantage point: GRACE more

Why I Write – Terry Tempest Williams

It is just after 4:00 A.M. I was dreaming about Moab, Brooke and I walking around the block just before dawn. I threw a red silk scarf around my shoulders and then I began reciting in my sleep why I write: I write to make peace with the things I cannot control. I write to more

Restaurant Review

Guess what happens when you throw a writer into the nuts, the bolts, the cogs of a wheel to witness the inner working of the hospitality business? It’s a very personal experience, especially when you consider that the writer is a foodie from way back who relishes the sampling and gourmandising of new and exotic more

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

Of Ponds & Balmy Nights:

He approves of almost everything about her,

And enjoys being her hero,

So when she says she needs time,

To concentrate on her relationship with her,

He holds her so tightly that it almost hurts,

She knows he’ll always be there if she changes her mind,

“Don’t sit by the pond without me, particularly on those balmy nights!”

He will anyway,

She knows it.

 

Internet Lovers IIII

I get to the mornings,

And the poison leaks away from the black nights,

If I really loved myself,

I wouldn’t keep putting myself through this,

But there’s this hope

That what we have transcends all,

Does it?

I’m not sure my mirror will keep lying,

And so I wait . . .

girl mirrir

 

Internet Lovers III

He called her his “Little Nut,” Because every mighty oak, Started out as a lil’ nut that just wouldn’t quit πŸ™‚ So she spends her days waiting for him, To wake up on the other side of the pond.   Her 3am became the breaking of the fast. He was like lightning in a bottle, more

Internet Lovers II:

It’s true,

Some of my dreams didn’t come true,

But then again, most of them did,

Every love seems better than the last,

And that’s because it is.

 

Had he been waiting,

For someone like me?

I’m a dime-a-dozen,

I can admit it, but him!

Even with his walls & his mess inside,

I am NOT REPELLED,

I’m still gazing from afar.

chair girl mona

 

 

More Snapshots of my life:

 

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The needlework that I saw at NGV almost made me wish I did that for a vocation instead of being a writer πŸ™‚
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Just so much detail…