Weekly Photo Challenge: Pattern
My entry for the weekly photo challenge this week (pattern) is late, but better late than never.
My entry for the weekly photo challenge this week (pattern) is late, but better late than never.
I have spent the past two hours trying to force myself to write. At the beginning of the two hours, I told myself I didn’t have writer’s block, because I do have a multitude of ideas and stories. Now at the end of two hours, I have to concede that I have an issue. My …
At twenty four years old, Luke Wood already has eight self-published books, received Poetry.com’s editor choice award for his poem “Peace and War” and just released his ninth book, Approaching Humanity. I had so many questions for Luke, it was hard to narrow them down so that I didn’t take up his entire day. I …
This is a short story I wrote for a publication, but unfortunately it was not accepted. Though it did take many months for the rejection (and I hope that’s a good sign??), I am sad that I did not receive feedback. I have noticed certain areas where I wish to tone my craft (in all … Continue reading »
As a foodie, food is always a means of escape for me. I love to cook and even more so, love to eat. Other than writing, cooking is my daily release. My photo for the weekly challenge. Continue reading »
As I read this, a tangible understanding of beauty filled me. Tangible, because I felt that I could see, smell and feel it. Thank you, Mr. Mom’s Monologue, for sharing. A legacy of sacrifice. Continue reading »
Reblogged from jasonalanwilkinson: Tell us about yourself: My name is Jason Alan Wilkinson. I live in New York. Blue is my favourite colour. I love animals. Particularly cats. What do you write about? I do not make a regular habit of writing a poem with the restricted view of exploiting one idea or event-yet like … Continue reading »
negative thoughts plague my mind while my husband stands behind I allow those tainted voices in but he pulls up my chin I think I’ve got nothing left to give but that thinking he won’t forgive I fall into a deep well and crumble but he tells me it’s only a stumble I stomp my … Continue reading »