About GemGeekett


Wow... what DO I write? That's a good question. I'm a little bit poet, a little bit short story writer with huge plans to write something longer. I love to write bout places I've been and things I've photographed . I also like to write about food- cooking it, eating it, food history - because I'm a food nerd. (The term "Foodie" is terribly over used...) but I'm a sucker for anything invloving actual research- that's the former journalist in me talking. Mostly though, my stories and poems come from images I can't seem to get out of my head... Looking forward to meeting like minded writers! Drop a note to say hi!! :) P.S. *HUGE HUGZ* to the people I already know from the flip side... ;) You know who you are :)

Gem :)
In my imagination..., Ontario, Canada
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Topic: Podcasts, Am I the only one who listens to them?
Posted: 14 Apr 2020 16:34

There are so many good ones - i prefer podcasts to TV at the moment - its a luxury to make the time and space to listen with no distractions:

Myths and Legends
Tanis/ The Last Movie/ Rabbits - all by PRA
I’m very fond of anything by Wondery at the moment :)

Topic: HI! :)
Posted: 14 Jun 2012 08:01

Drop me a line soon, okay? I've missed you!

Topic: Writing Projects?
Posted: 12 Jan 2012 19:18

1) Something for the New Beginnings Competiton - it's about time right?
2) My travelog - A set of writing call "Atmospheres" - to go with my photos.
3) My fiction - my version of Red Riding Hood- who knows where that'll go!

Whew!! Seems like a small but daunting list!!!

Topic: What's in your mug?
Posted: 08 Apr 2011 09:28

Peony White tea... :) I *should* really be drinking a Double Double

Topic: Word Association Game
Posted: 16 Mar 2011 11:49


Topic: Writing Habits
Posted: 14 Mar 2011 11:58

I write when I have somthing stuck in my head and I can't stand it anymore. I usually find the stillness of the late night/ early morning works the best for getting things down on paper.

Eaditing though, I edit during the day. Most clear headed that way - My grammer and spelling is the better too ;)

Topic: Word Association Game
Posted: 10 Mar 2011 01:47


Topic: Word Association Game
Posted: 06 Mar 2011 05:50


Topic: Word Association Game
Posted: 05 Mar 2011 05:15


Topic: Three Word Story
Posted: 05 Mar 2011 05:14

There were sounds outside his window as the wind

turbine that spins

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Stories Published All Stories »

Our Grand Adventure

Through this, our Grand Adventure You were there. And, amazingly, you still are Steadfast in the belief that We’re going to make it. I won’t say that it’s been easy. Easy is a word we scoffed at Right from the beginning. There was the time when things were said, and not said and said with too many words by too many people. But in the end, those same people now...

Added 19 Jan 2014 | Category Poetry | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 908 | 2 Comments

Stand Up!

for L Life has been unkind - yet you still stand through unimaginable grief through shattered lives through a plague on your blood. through a mind being lost. You still stood with the unyielding weight on your shoulders alone. Then, unsurprisingly, your love finally admitting it never was A love that was never built on trust, or compromise but rather solely on the fear of being alone. ...

Added 28 Jan 2012 | Category Poetry | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,324 | 2 Comments

The Light

I see the sparkle of light At the end of the dark space I have been travelling through. The velvet blackness is so easy so safe so simple I look around me and I realize the light from my spirit which has guided me has dimmed from the all suffocating darkness I take a careful step forward accepting all the consequences that comes along with it and refusing to let regret take hold to...

Added 29 Jun 2011 | Category Poetry | Votes 3 | Avg Score 4.67 | Views 1,376 | 1 Comment

Wednesday, 7:24Pm

Wednesday, 7:24 PM. I kicked my front door shut with a satisfying slam, a full grocery bag in my hand. My perfect day at work at the perfect job was less than perfect – my boss had expressed doubt in my ability to survive in this position. And that had a deeper effect on my psyche than I’d like. I really would love to collapse on the floor and cry, to let it all out. I ached for the touch...

Added 06 Apr 2011 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,384 | 5 Comments

A Week Ago

A week ago... to this hour.... I woke up amongst the crumpled sheets, and saw your eyes slowly open. A week ago. your hand interwined with mine, and I felt your lips touch my own ever so gently. A week ago... I became breathless under your gaze, and you gave me butterfly kisses as you laughed. And as the afternoon sun grew warm, hand in hand, we went exploring....

Added 29 Mar 2011 | Category Poetry | Votes 10 | Avg Score 4.6 | Views 1,613 | 6 Comments

The Road

The Road is uncertain ahead, but I have no fear. Moonlight guided my every step, setting the dark cobblestones aglow. I move forward and the doubt from my soul eases. For far too long now, I shielded myself from the world Stemming from the insecurity that, once upon a time, defined me – My heart is scarred, my soul, while not broken, heaves with weight. I thought I knew what I was and who...

Added 17 Mar 2011 | Category Poetry | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,308 | 3 Comments

What She Isn't

She sits at the smoky bar alone by choice. The neon Bud sign casts a blue glow on her face. Her shoulders straight, her elbows slung casually across the back of the barstool. Jack on the Rocks, Red Sox on the TV. She isn’t worried about her makeup, because she now knows her smile can startle from across the room. She isn’t worried about her hair, because she now knows the cascading...

Added 13 Mar 2011 | Category Poetry | Votes 9 | Avg Score 4.89 | Views 1,309 | 6 Comments

Every Time

I miss you. You left, with almost no reasons and no explanations, and expected my life to revolve as it once did. The pain was expected, as was the emptiness. It would almost have made sense, and almost felt right, Except… This wasn’t supposed to end like this. This wasn’t supposed to hurt so deep. This wasn’t supposed to pull at my heart every time I think of you. Every time I hear...

Added 06 Mar 2011 | Category Poetry | Votes 7 | Avg Score 4.86 | Views 1,417 | 5 Comments

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