Journal Entry – Mermaid

THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS COARSE LANGUAGE. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS OFFENDS YOU.   14th February, 2018 – MERMAID at Cape Patterson   I looked back to the rock shelf I’d been sitting on from 50 meters away, 100 meters, 250 meters and each time thought the same thing: my clothes were the exact colour 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

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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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

“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

Colder than the coldest blizzard!

My own little boy, Inside of me and yet not part of me, He belongs to her that would run away, “I’m crying because I miss her,” He tells me and my heart does a backflip, “That’s my nightmare: my mum’s gone away,” He confides in me and my heart cries silent tears, If ever more

That’s what men do …

“I give myself to you

In this moment,

No strings attached,

No promises to keep.”

So he kissed her,

With a hunger unsated for a decade.

Not because he loved her,

Not because she was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.

But because that’s what men do.

She’d missed that.

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