Tag: Truth

Chapter 111: Corona Poetry

Covid19. What an arsehole. Here is today’s thoroughly uplifting efforts. Not your view I walk As in a tomb Live-in ghost room to room I feel Each cranny Every nook I trace I look loving place loving Home warm family meals Navigations Mediations grey…

Chapter 104: Love letter to my bookie-wookie

Before I launch So You Are… Pregnant! into the world – regardless if it reaches 6 or 6000, I’d like to put my dreams out there first of what I hope it achieves. Dear SO YOU ARE… PREGNANT! I’m not going to lie… you’ve…

Chapter 87: Winging It

Or – my life as a chicken wing buffet. The term “winging it” for me has been more of a life ethos I fell into for the sheer reasons of survival. When you’re not particularly bright and naive as a box full of puppies,…

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Chapter 78: Poetry: When I was a Witch

Poetry Exercise. Trying to creatively express some current interests without being so over the top obvious. Failing badly. I’m either subtle as a rodeo hippo or so cryptic that on a re-read even I don’t know what the hell I’m waffling about. To help…

Chapter 74: When God was Femme

Fangirl poetry inspired by real life heroine – Dr Bettany Hughes. Her documentary – When God was a Girl is inspirational. A fascinating and in-depth flip of history and how the past has shaped who we are and why many of the issues we…

Chapter 68: 500 Words or Less (always more)

Writing Exercise – Fiction: 500 words or less Offred tilts her bonnet to the sky. The shade is almost unbelievable. A blue that makes the earth seem alien. She speaks of patience. A patience she’s been forced to embrace via the rape of her…

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Chapter 33: Josephine@thepantheon

josephine@thepantheon i walked as i had a millennia before to the Pantheon stood staring as a lover longingly content taking in alone But you would not let me jeer jester leer molester as a windmill a play thing sparkly twirling bark your language as…