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Mama and Child

Brown eyes sparkle laughter dances cheerily upon the child’s lips you are precious, mama he cups her cheeks small fingers pat her wearied face Mama returns the smile after a tiring work day these are the words that piece her back thank you sweetheart you are precious, child you always make Mama proud. Written forContinue reading “Mama and Child”

Mirror Mirror

The divide between truth and illusion mirror mirror what is it I see? A cold finger against the glass is this the true me? Or am I illusory? Sharp contrasts blade-like black against piercing white mirror mirror. What is it I see? the divide between truth and illusion what is reality? Written for Sadje’s WhatContinue reading “Mirror Mirror”

Labour Day

No one spared her a second glance when she trudged through the tall grass. Gwen undertook this journey in silence. Oft-mended sandals pulled over shabby socks. A scarf wrapped about her head. The old woman huffed balancing her burden on a broken branch crossed over her slouched back. Two plastic buckets sloshed with precious water gatheredContinue reading “Labour Day”


She hung onto the edge of a precipice on a stone slab. The sea roiled below crashing onto oddly shaped boulders. Her heart drummed heavily within her chest like a thundercloud. She held on with all her might, dangling too close to the sea that reached out with hungry fingers. “Give me your hand!” The stranger’s voice crackedContinue reading “Finifugal”

One book at a time…

One book at a time fairy tales, nursery rhymes the collection has multiplied to thick tomes of fiction fantasy and crime. One book at a time in nooks and crannies find a murder on the dining table supernatural under the bed for a bibliophile I am so unkind. One book at a time a stashContinue reading “One book at a time…”


“She looks awfully serious. A brooder.” The new owners commented as they stared at the puppy. Ensconced in a mesh carrier bag, the puppy had small upright ears, tawny trimmed fur and a small snout with a patch of white, as though she’d smeared flour over her face. The puppy’s ears pricked at the owners statement.Continue reading “Raised”


Donna sighed as she rummaged through the boxes. Every box contained some antique, a relic from her father’s time as a deep sea diver. Whether they were the precious log books that he’d written over the years or the carefully preserved fossils that he had been allowed to keep after the valuable ones were handedContinue reading “Jack”