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I am a freelance writer, writing poetry, prose and speeches for special occasions. I also write articles and short stories, as well as facilitating creative writing workshops.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Challenges of love: 2 of 252
Love is the rain.A light haze settling on tropical skin,Gently soaking through clothingLeaving a clammy,Hot aftermath.Love is the rain.A torrent of monsoon,Sweeping through the rainforestCreating rivulets of tide,Carrying nourishment.Love is the rain.The smell of damp earth on summer's nights,Tapping on the ground in timeTo c... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Conflict: 2 of 43
Hers is a War Hers is not a warfought along strategic lines.The foot soldiers receive no commands,The generals no instructionson conduct, or correctexecution of the campaign.There are no battle lines established,no treaties drawn-up.There will be no negotiationsfor release of hostages,no insurgent fighting,no resolution.Hers ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Medication: 2 of 21
Reluctantly Relinquishing Control of my MindThere are things I believeYou tell me are untrue,But I need to believe themIt gets me through.There are times when my thinkingYou say is confusion,I shake my headAnd deny the delusion.There are things I doYou say are not right,But I need to do themTo hold on to my light.There are ti... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sheep: 1 of 6
The SheepThe people live in housesSurround themselves with wallsWhile sheep roam free on meadows and fields and drink from waterfalls.The home of the sheep is the meadowWhile a person's is of concreteA man only knows to the end of his nose but a sheep has the world at its feet.The sheep should live in the housesAnd build them... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I'm sorry: 9 of 50
SorrySorry is all very wellBut it's only a word.Sorry can't un-say what's saidOr un-hear what's heard.Sorry can't feed hungry mouthsOr clothe the unclothed.It can't make suddenly lovedWhat's always been loathed.Sorry is all very wellBut it cannot undo.It cannot believe what is falseIf it's always been true.Sorry is said all t... More..
Religion & Spirituality > Wicca & Witchcraft About the celebration of Mabon: 1 of 5
A Personal Celebration of Mabon.For me, Mabon is a double celebration. As well as being the Sabbat of the autumn equinox, a time of balance when the day and night are of the same length and the second harvest of the year, it is also my birthday.Being born on such an auspicious day, I have an opportunity, every year, to reflec... More..
Relationships & Family > Successful Dating Mr. Right: Attributes of the ideal man: 6 of 27
THE PERFECT MAN. A cursory glance at the articles in any woman's magazine will tell you how to have the perfect relationship. How to mould your man into the way you want him. There's an old adage that says that men want their wives to stay the same as the day they met them whilst women set out from day one to change their hu... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Lost souls: 32 of 120
A breath caught on the barbed wire of discontentsnagged into shards of dispassionate fury.Flames of discomfort lapping the inner devilwith empty promises of the warmth of love.Dancing, soullessly, in and around placeswhere angels fear to tread.Searching, eternally, for the end. More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Insanity: 35 of 92
PHANTOM She always had a foreboding sense of someone missing. A feeling that somewhere, just past her conscious thought, just beyond her vision, somewhere out there' or inside, someone should have been there, walking with her, by her side. Only. A twin, a sister, the other half of her fractured soul. But wherever she looked, ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Body image: 24 of 60
Body Image. Lying in the warm water I looked down at my body. The light refracted in the water, distorting what I see, my hips squelched in to fit the bathtub and my breasts flopping on either side of my chest, floating just under the surface. I close my eyes and allow myself to be carried away. I visualise the hot soapy ... More..