Why I write

I have managed to sign myself up for another Blogging U. Its called #everydayinspiration. For the next 20 days I'll be posting in response to blogging prompts the lovely people at Daily Post will be sending my way. The first is a free write about why I write. Enjoy.   There is never enough in … Continue reading Why I write

Lust For Words

I am never free from this urge to create. I wake up everyday, eager to make something known to the blanks spaces around me. My old notebook with its broken spine is often my first victim, the pages on my laptop the second, the third is the open stretch of air I rarely get a … Continue reading Lust For Words

Writing 101, Day 4: Seriously lost 

  We slip through this river of time together, I remember your faces. It's a crowded place sometimes, at times its deadly silent, I don't know where this current takes us, but I'm certain our journey's end. We are never in the same place twice, that is the nature of this river, it is the … Continue reading Writing 101, Day 4: Seriously lost 

Writing 201, Assignment 5: Elegy – Fog

It feels as though assignment 5 of this course has come around fairly quickly. Fortunately I have had a chance to recover from my exertions during assignment 4. Today's prompt is "Fog", as usual the good folks of The Daily Post allow a great deal of creativity with the days theme. The poetic device suggested … Continue reading Writing 201, Assignment 5: Elegy – Fog

Writing 201, Assignment 2: Limerick – Brooks

Day 1 of writing 201 was the source of intrigue and excitement. Day two is finally here, and it brings with it a very familiar face, the limerick. Today's assignment suggest a prompt and a device to implement. Based on today's brief, I have to make use of alliteration, in a limerick to present a … Continue reading Writing 201, Assignment 2: Limerick – Brooks

Man In The Mirror

"we are nothing more than enemies!"  the man in the mirror elates, he hates when I mumble all my musings in front of his face. Hates when I step into the world instead of him, instead of king, he says I play pawn, squandering my limbs. Haunting my inner monologue, hiding in snide soliloquies, tied … Continue reading Man In The Mirror