Snakes and Symbols

  And there the snake throws her enamelled skin. . . (Shakespeare) A few days ago, I watched Grimm’s fairy tale The White Snake. It made me think. Perhaps, because the film version was beautiful and went beyond the original narrative, adding new psychological levels. I must add that the subconscious plays a huge part… Continue reading Snakes and Symbols

To the Fluffykins of this World

Don’t trust him! Never trust him! Never give him a chance! He will elope. . . Give him what he wants: This little game of yours. Give him that about virginity: I’m waiting for the right man (read: Prince Charming) Chain him in roses and silly cards But never let him discover the iron ones… Continue reading To the Fluffykins of this World

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About Critiques and Reviewers

  Reviews can make or break an author. I believe that everybody, who publishes their writing, dreads their readers’ silence. No doubt, one can discuss whether a bad review is worse than total silence. My position is that a bad review can spark interest in a book (think Fifty Shades) just as much as a… Continue reading About Critiques and Reviewers

Ireland

Green as Harp tones in the spring Liquid and soft like water spilling over the rim Grey cloud castles dissolve in mild vapour Or shatter drops on the fields Languor settles as pebbles rush and heave. Sea and earth meet As rainbows splitter the iridescence Tasting salt and sweet but Enveloping the hills in golden… Continue reading Ireland

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What makes a writer an author?

  Somebody once said that it is good to be a hack. Why? Because hacks write. They have something to say and they say it. Someone also said Charles Dickens was a hack, writing his novels in weekly instalments. But people still love his books. Is that all it takes? Yes and no. As time… Continue reading What makes a writer an author?

Like an Old Melody

  Harmonious chords float in the air Blossoming like roses and Enveloping the listener in perfume. Memory plays wondrous tricks on Easily coined words and melodious phrases. Rich and soft, like terms of endearment Half-forgotten but brought to light To haunt and bewitch Old or intrinsic ideas, Never quite worn out but, Put away like… Continue reading Like an Old Melody

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