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Silva n. & v. 1. n. Female Anglo Saxon, married, mother, rock chick. 2. v. to do a ~, to act in an impulsive, reckless or selfish way, usually involving trans-atlantic travel and prisons. [orig. uncert.]

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: High tide: 1 of 64
La MouetteIn the bay at anchor lies a shipHer masts proud and straight against the cloudsThe clink of rigging breaks the silent mornAs she looms from early mist-like shrouds.She came last night upon the highest tideFrom seas that see the heat of summer sunTo pass through gales and creep through calmer bluesAnd find this port ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature: 37 of 632
Wood CompanionI know where he waitsUnder green leaves and ivyEver on the moveWaiting to find meI know what he doesThrough dark nights and bright daysBringing all forthHiding from my gazeI know where to lookAs I walk through damp lightAlways aheadIn the corner of my sightHe knows what to doHow to calm and release meEnough to k... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Unspoken: 2 of 23
Hidden.Last night I drifted towards sleepAnd someone came to meAnd though I know her, I cannot tellHow my heart is moved by she:She sings my name with lips so softAs whispers on the airAnd gently calms the terror nightWith glowing light so fair.She looks to me and finds my fearsThat I thought hidden so well,And wraps me in he... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Being overwhelmed: 20 of 136
Speechless. No noise, no sound, just words;No voice here to be heard,No sight, no face, no skin;Only thoughts can imagine.No touch, no scent, no taste;Only visions in your place.And yet, you leave me speechless. Your writing finds my heart;Carved so deep, delicate scar.Inside my head you twist and turn;Kindles embers, flames... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Spiritual: 115 of 656
Candlemas.As I stand amongst the treesAlone this February mornI close my eyes and start to seeThe wheel begin to turnI feel the warming of the soilBeneath me as I standThe sunlight filters through like voileAnd gently strokes the landThe wind, so keen since before YuleNow turns and falls awayAllowing snowdrops fresh and newTo... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Friendship: 16 of 82
William's women. It is unusual for me to be late to work; on my week day morning journeys there is rarely anyone else on the road. I know that the Officers comment when they think I can't hear (why do people think Chaplains are mostly deaf?) that I am too keen and it will wear off. Some know that this is not my first position... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: England by bus: 1 of 4
I don't drive; I have never held a driving licence (despite taking the driving test 3 times when I was 18 and 19) and although I can make a car go and stop as required, my driving ability has never been good enough for the requirements of the UK inspectors. I am now 38, and am reluctant to learn to drive even if I could affor... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The moon: 72 of 174
Moondreaming.Did you talk to the moon when you saw her last?Did you tell her the things buried deep in your heart?Did you sing her a song of how we've been lostAnd of how we will find, whatever the cost,Our place in this world, away from mundane,In castle or cottage, forest or plain?Did you tell her your fears as you watched ... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Separation: 3 of 7
As I sit here at the computer, it is 37 days since I last had a letter from my husband. We are separated by a geographical distance of some 5700 miles and an ocean, but that has never been much of an issue until now. We are separated by his crime, which put him at the bidding of his state officials and keeps him imprisoned: t... More..
Creative Writing > Satire Satire: Shopping: 4 of 9
Today I undertook the Ritual of the Bag. It is something we British are particularly good at, especially on Saturdays (though often now it is done on Sundays and all days in between as well). In order to worship the Goddess of the High Street (who has many facets but is commonly referred to as Shop'ing) one must amass Bags. Y... More..