Manifestation

* I don’t know your face. I don’t know your name. Yet, while centuries part us You touch my soul. * Stardust and sand Pulse with the echoes Of long forgotten Songs Long forgotten Grief * Why don’t I remember? Why can’t you Illuminate A memory A pulse Beating Beating Slow and Alluring Feeding my… Continue reading Manifestation

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Writing prompts

Do They Work? A while ago, I visited a prompt generator online and, among several incentives, got: The poisoned Rose and The Mysterious Yacht. I’ve forgotten the rest. Couldn’t find anything else that was remotely interesting. It made me wonder if some of these sites are condescending and expect that you’re unable to think for… Continue reading Writing prompts

August Designer

*** Was it premonition         Or artistic transgression that Made him paint his future wife as Iseult? The assault on her senses could have forced the result. * Did he want a foreseeable quintessence? * Perhaps the intention, barely apt Gave her a wished for, natural route To make an elusive and feisty conclusion. A… Continue reading August Designer

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More Reviews

Lally Brown, The Countess, Napoleon, and St Helena Fact and Fiction Mixed with Memoirs ‘The Countess, Napoleon, and St Helena’ is a strong minestrone. This kind of soup is a good opportunity to get rid of scraps and it can make a delicious dish. The question is if it works in literature. Honestly, I’m not… Continue reading More Reviews

Nightscape

* The sky erupts in crimson petals Velvet thoughts and zephyrs fill the air Silky rose petals form strange contours on the horizon As Helios the divine retracts his beams * Slowly, on an eternal arc, rises Luna The inscrutable Changeable On her mysterious arc * Constellations blink and glisten Rigid and possessive Glittering stars… Continue reading Nightscape

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A Mystery

* Life works its magic underground. All the trials, all the pain, all the misery; the fights, and the tribulations happen for a reason. Perhaps. It is possible. Of course, we can’t be sure of it. We can’t be sure of anything. Still, it looks like something, or someone, deals us a hand. We have… Continue reading A Mystery

Storm, Poem

* Quiet Deathly quiet. Not a leaf stirs. A bird scolds as it flies. Dust rises for no reason. The milky sky darkens, Brown and yellow colours swirl as clouds draw up beyond the horizon. A single drop hits the pavement. The air is still. Waiting. Far away rumbling drifts and dies. Silence. Oppressive calm… Continue reading Storm, Poem

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