Day of the Cabbage


Do you ever have days when the highest form of thought you’re capable of achieving wouldn’t compare to the sentience of a cabbage?  I do and boy was yesterday one of them.  If you had spied me sitting here staring at the computer keys I would have looked like some poor unfortunate time traveler dumped…

Childhood Memories of Home


  It’s overcast so often and cold but when it’s warm there is the fish pond in the back yard.  I would sit and watch the different fish swirl and flash. My poor mother was always terrified that I’d fall in. I was only 2yrs old but I remember the pond and the sun and…

Night Thoughts


    The night falls silent as all others around me have fallen upon their pillow and spiral toward slumber.  Even the cat stretched lazily across the back of the  couch looks at me through half slit eyes as if to say why aren’t you asleep.  I ask myself that question, one I’ve asked on…

How Perspectives Change – A Past Poetic Endeavour


This is from what you may kindly call my “Dark Phase”.  What is just a little upsetting – other than the emo factor I invoked – was that I truly believed this to be something that was positive in nature. Seeing Through The Glass Darkly Sometimes the darkness calls to usAnd the light seems far from sightThere comes a time for…

Writing to Recovery


My true skill in life is writing, not as in novels or short stories (although I do have some talent there) but as someone who can take the information given to them and give shape and clarity to it through the written word. I’ve worked in PR and Marketing for many years but now find…

We Are Living in a Digital World


After my first few fumbling’s into social media and the digital world I have to admit I am somewhat in sympathy. I mean I love my kindle and all that it holds but it really isn’t the same as being ensconced in a comfy chair, putting your feet up and falling into the pages of a book.  There…