Glue, she mutters, massive locks of blonde hair, piled atop her head mysteriously held in place despite the breeziness of her top-down sports. Not even
Category: writing
Gone
No click-clack of heels – a fading echo marking retreat no lingering exhaust fumes, or squeal of escaping tires no white trails marking passage of
A Nightmare in Poetic Form
(Note: Inspiration for my poetry is derived from the Dreamtime. Occasionally, a nightmare will evoke the creation of a short story. A recent nightmare continues
Downpour
Pummelling the roof hardened droplets drown out my thoughts deafening, ridiculing Nature’s curious declaration of power threatens, instructs humility; a discordant roar stifling creativity. (Image:
Dear Charlotte Perkins Gilman
Originally posted on One Woman's Quest:
I have examined your wallpaper, discussed the scholarly attributes of shades of yellow, traced the edges of your…
Enrolment
If life was an English class I’d enroll again for high school, concentrate on the editing, hope to gain something the second time through I’d
