Creative Writing

  • Sun and Moon and The Dusty Fridge of the Sky

    As he spun his web of gold around the evening, Sun smiled on the river children, below. Oh, how they splashed and cackled and loved! What would Moon think of this beauty, Sun wondered, knowing how his dear and sleepy… Continue reading

  • The Unfortunate Story of A Large Dog.

    The German Shepherd changed things. She considered revenge, but then, he had always nurtured a sick fantasy of being mistreated by women. How inconvenient life could be at times. Still. He had known she would only consider small dogs, and… Continue reading

  • Writing

    It comes when it is ready to come. It chooses, I have no say. I just feel and write what the feelings translate to. A miraculous marvel. A beauty of life I’m so, so thankful for. Continue reading

  • The Orange Light. Micro Fiction.

    Burnt orange light feels safe. Pop’s old library is full of it; lamp dappled walls, beautiful to look at, even more beautiful to feel. How do you describe a feeling? You can only feel, and open up so others can… Continue reading

  • Moon Unconditional

    ‘Sun?’ ‘Yes, Moon?’ said Sun as he fell into the evening sky. ‘I shine every night. I brighten the humans’ world. Why do they not love me?’ ‘Moon?’ ‘Yes, Sun?’ ‘You have a chip in your tooth.’ ‘Do I?! Oh,… Continue reading

  • Creativity Rises

    I intend to write one thing and another is born. Creativity rises. It controls me, not the other way around. The poem I’ve just written began with a feeling of being stuck. Stuck in COVID lockdown. Stuck in a middle… Continue reading

  • A Mysterious Animating Force

    The sweet divinity that lingers at the edge of life. Writers and artists know it well. Actors and musicians feel it within their bodies. And none of us have any clue as to what it is. Not even those who… Continue reading

  • Wherever I May Go

    Life and her currents. I feel them like tears in my bones. And all I can do is let the river run, let the stream carry me wherever I may go. Through the high clouds of white. Through the deep… Continue reading

  • Creative, Loving,Life

    I’m very aware of the rich soil of this place. How I am peeking through the soft earth, unravelling beautifully. How I am fully becoming myself. Over these past few weeks, I’ve been allowing myself to be as I am,… Continue reading

  • Tomorrow’s Rose

    How delicate it is, the garden of eternity. Interwoven; the past, present, future of our sleepy meadow, dear. One cannot possibly know how or what the wind of today will drift to the valley of tomorrow. One can only hope… Continue reading