St.Lucia

So its a hot tropical island, Tourists flock here in high season. Let me tell you a secret, Underneath every local is a limbo dancer. Calypso tunes drift through the mango trees,

JFK

Just about the most exciting man to grace our planet, For the last 46 years, still echos of his charisma, dazzle us, Killed in a Lincoln Continental Limo, Dallas, November 1963.

The White Room

Background: This story was created in the year 2000 at a Women's Writing group in Great Portland Street. Unfortunately the space no longer exists. Thankfully, I kept The White Room.

Photo

Your reflection mimics you, Perhaps. Does the dark room tell the truth? Have your wrinkles made a chain which no cosmetics can erase? Maybe.

A Call to Alms

Hmm... I think the battle's already lost though.

For This Is The Faith We Hold

Beyond the horizon a future generation awaits . Change is this moment of time we grasp .

Love for My Father

I never felt like this before. My father has been operated upon thrice for different medical reasons, but this time around I felt all alone in the crowd.

IF MOTHER ONLY KNEW non-fiction

Now that my mother has passed on I find myself thinking of specific events she may not have been aware of. However, I'm sure she knows now. Mom, love ya. Miss ya. Son Dick.
Cherry

The Bastard - He Doesn't Exist

Work in progress - inspired by Sam

Poets: A Call to War!

Jenny Rants. Order restored to mind. It may be Pants! Please don't be kind...

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