I am women, I am brave. I am women, I won’t behave. I am women, hear my voice. I am women, my body – my choice. I am women, I can act with grace, I am women; not simply a pretty face. I am women, I can feel I am a women, who uses this… Continue reading I am Women.
I’m a master pretender. We all are. We start out little, all in the same boat. Life’s easy, mum’s hand is only a grasp away and when something doesn’t go our way we could cry and cry and cry until we got our way. But, not everything remains constant. I think we can thank time… Continue reading Master Pretender – A Monologue.
words. funny things words could be. i could arrange them differently make them seem intriguing, interesting an illusion? or i could use them to make you feel feel the fleeting, golden sunlight pass it’s way over your skin can you see the sun beginning to drop? I could make it rise rise rise and rise… Continue reading Words.
I opened the sliding door to my lush green garden; small, but all mine. I let my toes feel the grass underneath them and then tip toed to my washing line. I began to hang my sheets up in the mid afternoon light. Most people would have already gotten theirs in by this hour, but,… Continue reading Sheets.
In the middle of the day, clear, blue and open sits the sky over the dryness of the sparkling black sand. The sun beams down onto the openness of the beach. Exciting chatter and loud squeals can be heard from every corner, as families and couples enjoy the bliss of this beautiful day. It seems… Continue reading Old Battle Grounds
Murph was calling my name; loudly. “FRANKIE!” It echoed through the walls. The sound bouncing and bounding like the essence of an excitable child. I looked out the window and sure enough, there she was. Her vibrant, trademark yellow raincoat pulled over her shoulders as the rain cascaded down towards her. It seemed like the… Continue reading The Puddle.