Book Of Life

I wrote this poem for my Beppa.  The last few pages Of your book have come. The canvas once blank Now covered in over Thirty-five thousand stokes; Some black, some white, Every colour of the rainbow. Each day a new stroke; Each day a fresh page in your book. A beautiful story, A beautiful picture…

Ghost

I have an amazing friend, Katrina, for helping me edit this poem! Without her, it would not be what it is today and would still be just an idea floating around among the documents of my laptop.    Ghosts are real. They’re living in large crowds of people, or alone in a corner. They’re the…

That Lady

I wrote this short story using the picture prompt, which is at the bottom of this post. I could not have gotten this story to the state it is now without some generous friends who gave me advice. I do NOT own the picture, and I found it on google.    In times of trouble,…

Drowning

An old friend, Lost in the distant waves, Never coming back.   Her head high Walking further away Not looking past.   The reassuring hand Forever gone, Nothing to grasp.   Once so close Now an ocean apart – All trust depleted.   I gasp for air; Water gathers ‘round Pounding my body.   Waves…

New Name

A short story. If you could change your name, what would it be?   I saw her jump. But I wasn’t really expecting her to – if that makes any sense. What I meant to say is that she was looking down into the water for a while, just standing there hanging against the wooden…