Six reasons why you should stop doing what you’re doing and write right now. You’ll have something to look back on. Not only to see your own growth but to have those memories you hold so dear. To learn from your experiences. It’s much easier to learn from your experiences when they are written down.Continue reading “6 reasons why you should write today.”
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Shrouded
Shrouded The air is thin here among the musk and dirt my body veiled in cloth. I’d prefer not to be. There’s a nakedness I crave that isn’t available to all. This nakedness, this madness is divinity hoarded with chocolates and tea. There’s incessant knocking knocking pounding and glass shattering I open my hands andContinue reading “Shrouded”
Dear Writer,
Your words give me something to live for. I have plenty to live for, but your words get me out of bed when the world is weighing so heavy nothing else matters. I truly wish the best for you and when the best finds you (if it hasn’t yet) I hope you don’t lose yourselfContinue reading “Dear Writer,”
To be
While I pick at this mold I’m asked What do you want to be A fluffy cloud? Nah, it’s too late A pipe? Nah, my arms are growing tired. Well what do you want to be? I wish to remain shapeless without form not caste in a womb and fired in a kiln I wishContinue reading “To be”
Baa Humbug
Can you just add the Baa to my humbug Lets stay in bed and cuddle under the covers dreaming up new dreams Let the ghosts come bring us back to childhood to remind us what we really need They’d agree it’s to write and that all these bells and tinsels are unnecessary I’d say letsContinue reading “Baa Humbug”
Wedding Day- Geoff Blanchette
Wedding Day She puts on her white dress. She slips on her red heels. She takes the quivering hand of her father, steps out of the alcove and down the aisle, with her head held high as her unexpected burden bounces in time to her steps. Geoff Blanchette is a writer and actor based inContinue reading “Wedding Day- Geoff Blanchette”
Truffles
Truffles Golden box filled with a cryptic variety The folded paper to help me decipher which chocolate I just placed in my mouth Without that paper I poke and prod each truffle looking for the perfect one. And when I find the one that suits me I close my eyes and lean back Enjoying theContinue reading “Truffles”
Miss Piggy
Since it’s Saturday I figured I would post a silly little poem I wrote with my daughter. We had fun working on it together. Miss Piggy She’s my secret treasure That no one can measure She likes lemonade Freshly homemade And hot baths with bubbles Take away her troubles She has a neighbor bumbleContinue reading “Miss Piggy”
Sleep, my friend
Sleep, my friend I can’t keep my eyes open The lids they’re being pulled down by a crane And the weightlessness of sleep washes over me like waves Some bigger than others I want to skip all this creating and let my consciousness free in dreams But I’m almost finished just a few more sentencesContinue reading “Sleep, my friend”
the drain sings lovely -Morality Collection
the drain sings lovely some of us lose all the time time after time until our true colours have bled out and we start to see things in black and white question on which side our shadows cuddle light which sun offers up a tanned braising against a weak pale puffed burning eagerly theContinue reading “the drain sings lovely -Morality Collection”
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