Romance

Have I told you lately...

Our morning ritual to say thank you for my cup of tea lovingly prepared, just strong enough, just milky enough no sugar. So much attention carefully...
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Etched on a Bench

Me siiting on a bench in my favourite park at 7am on a sunday morning watching the sun coming up through the mist. I imagined me painting what I'm...

To Bite Hearts Black

To Bite Hearts black She played with fire; he feared the flame, Yet still they danced the same old game. She longed for touch; he feared the cost -...

Sometimes the foxes scream

Sometimes the foxes scream, relentlessly. I wonder if only I can hear them— and then I remember my neighbours can too, or... are they asleep? As...
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Write to Romance

Jessica drove furiously through familiar back streets - happy that she'd didn't have to travel to Cottesloe; being late for meetings at Tom Collins...
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Cherry

Sketching

I sat myself down on a low stone wall, a semi-circle that splits St Mary’s Road in two. I'm just visiting Midleton, you understand... But I fancied a...
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Loose Lettuce Leaf Factory Tour

Brake squeal announced busload disembark - not locals but a chattering multi-cultural arc. Concentration torn from my romance book I grabbed my bag...
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Computer Messenger

Computer Messenger… Banter that backfired because literal interpretations got lost in considered connotations, (re-read a thousand times) of what...
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A young Chianti

I’ve followed signs to Yield in Ireland when I’m used to an Aussie Give Way. As I put on bright lipstick, tell you stories of Africa when we were...
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Gold cherry

A Lasting Gift

'He's here, you know...' 'Grandma, who's here? What do you mean?' 'It's my sweet John, your granddad, he's always here when I need him. He's just...
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