Gilded with Fear
A poem reflecting on the diminishing world of the aging and how we tend to retreat into a prison gilded with fear.
Capturing bite size adventures and releasing life size dreams
A poem reflecting on the diminishing world of the aging and how we tend to retreat into a prison gilded with fear.
This month\’s writing themes: Gold and Believe. A short, light hearted poem about adventure and chasing the dream.
Unable to face the barrage of phone calls, Lucy turned her phone off. But she couldn’t put it down. It held her baby girl’s final message.
A short story a bit darker than usual, but exploring skeletons in closets… or down the staircase in this case.
As part of Somerset Regional Council’s Writing Workshop participants wrote of their experience of life after natural disaster: my story about fire.
It was June. Yes. June. Six months into the year and Claire still hadn’t quite got round to starting her New Year’s project: Operation: Skinny Me”. Obviously…
From the moment I was born I was the tomaeto to her tomahto, the rock, paper, scissors to her scissors, paper, rock.
I try to remember you’re not the enemy. That person you demonstrated during the hard years was merely you—doing the best you could with what you had.
Love? What does that even mean? I have come to believe it is a continual choice to stand firm and dig deep no matter the trial.
A glimpse into a mystical world where all is not what it seems: strengths, weaknesses, nature… self-perception.