THE BUSHCATS.

We send you greetings. We are the wild ones. There are four of us of various ages. We perch on flat roofs,on top of high walls and in trees. In the daytime we are invisible.

Build My Dreams Around you

I love you
Cherry

Blossoming

A very personal poem for me. 'At fifteen I stood alone in my bedroom. Locked the door.'

A WRITER EMERGES essay

Some stories and poems are persistent, as they twang in the mind, seeking attention. They’re more like mosquitoes taking on new shapes each time they’re thought of.

I Write

A little something to read during mental blocks.....^^

The Wiccan's Bank

The Wiccan’s Bank

Bewildered

Bewildered, no guiding wisdom or leading hand. Just Thirteen, no home nor food. It must have been real hard to understand. (No love, just wisdom about the tear gland)

Diamonds and Coloured Glass

Love doesn't come with a white stick...

THE FACES I KNEW BUT THE NAMES I DIDN’T

I met them at my school, I met them at my work place, They recognized me and so did I. But just to say hi. But then, they called me and I remembered, I never knew their name.

Happy Friendship Day

Happy Friendship Day Friends are the ones, who hold us together, Friends are the ones, who are with us forever. We meet them every day, At any point of the day.

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