Lovable Beast
From the corner of my eye, from the softness of my pillow, I see him sleeping; his mouth is ajar, silently breathing in dust motes that float erratically above the quilt. He looks peaceful, beautiful,...
View ArticleThe Dream Maker
‘Isaac, shortly you will enter your desired dream. Now you must ensure that your body is in a relaxed state, and that you allow my first few words to sink slowly into the alcoves of your mind. For...
View ArticleThe Letter
I stagger along the tree-arched footpath; the bronze light through decaying trees no doubt casting cracked contours upon my face. I take a swig from the bottle. I seek the nearest bench and curl up on...
View ArticleVogliatemi bene (Love me, please)
Puccini’s Madame Butterfly permeated the kitchen with its melancholy, as pungent tones of Bolognese elated their senses. As they chinked flutes, sipped on Sauvignon, kissed and embraced, she closed her...
View ArticleThe Locket
Annabel encased the ancient locket with her soiled hands; and in the twinkling of a second, a silver luminosity radiated through the gaps in her fingers. It illuminated her pulsing ruby blood, reminded...
View ArticleScarlett
She handpicked the last rose of summer; watched the petals wilt into a ballet of depression. The ghost of his apology of deceit had bred in her mind for days. She knew that walking unafraid in a world...
View ArticleFaded
(Piano Instrumental ‘Dream of Flying’ by Brian Crane plays) I had watched her lips dance upon the rim of her teacup; her bitter breath had fused with steam, had formed fumes of rejection. “Just leave...
View ArticlePopworld
Midnight, beats pumping, last orders. She watches him; he winks. She smears gloss to hungry lips. Gloss, she thought, it always mesmerizes him. Morning after; their heads throb, and he induces...
View ArticleBurning Violin
Gypsy teeth gripped black roses Dancing to Cohen; Goodbye soaked our blue raincoatsFiled under: Poetry Tagged: Blue, Blue Raincoat, Burning, Cohen, Creative Writing, Dance, Goodbye, Gypsy, Haiku,...
View ArticleUntamed
Glistening lips kissing raw, Beneath pale moonbeam, Inclement hearts squander loveFiled under: Poetry Tagged: Glisten, Haiku, Heart, Kiss, lips, Love, Moonbeam, Poem, Raw, Untamed, Wild, youth
View ArticleBook Review – The Miniaturist by Jessie Burton
Hello Readers, Today, I finished reading the haunting, magical and suspenseful novel, ‘The Miniaturist’, by Jessie Burton (her debut novel). The review below contains my thoughts of the book from a...
View ArticleBook Review – Instructions for a Heatwave by Maggie O’Farrell
Hello Readers, This week, I finished reading ‘Instructions for a Heatwave’, by Maggie O’Farrell. The review below contains my thoughts on the book from a writing perspective. Please note that there...
View ArticleTorn
The roses in the garden were wilting, as though they were nodding their approval of your ignorance towards me. So I tugged them from the earth, removed their mocking heads, and threw them into the sad...
View ArticleBook Review – The Miniaturist by Jessie Burton
Hello Readers, Today, I finished reading the haunting, magical and suspenseful novel, ‘The Miniaturist’, by Jessie Burton (her debut novel). The review below contains my thoughts of the book from a...
View ArticleBook Review – Instructions for a Heatwave by Maggie O’Farrell
Hello Readers, This week, I finished reading ‘Instructions for a Heatwave’, by Maggie O’Farrell. The review below contains my thoughts on the book from a writing perspective. Please note that there...
View ArticleTorn
The roses in the garden were wilting, as though they were nodding their approval of your ignorance towards me. So I tugged them from the earth, removed their mocking heads, and threw them into the sad...
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