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2 weeks ago

Fuel Season 3: Episode 11 – Rivals and Crushes

As his personal life comes to life in the public light, JVZ looks to his zen for guidance.

15th of November – Season 3 "Juan, where are we going?" Juan can Zonder looked at his companion The eighteen-year-old Teresa Koek had a worried look on her face but he knew that there was an excitement building in her as he led her up the mountain. "You'l...

3 months ago

Lonesome Cafe

Without you, I'm so alone.

The morning is cold. My heart left empty, yet still full of love, so full of love for you. I sit here now alone, with my heart in pain, yet so full of love for you. My fingers tremble and wrap the only thing I feel, this cold cup of coffee, and a heart fu...

3 months ago

Carpe Diem

How much do you really know about our myths and legends?

Dear Reader, Nobody believed our story. But the events I relate to you below really happened. It may seem fantastic, but they do say that truth is always stranger than fiction. You can make up your own mind — I only want to set the record straight before...

3 months ago

One, Two, Three

When you have a crush

One, two, three, When I close my eyes, it's you I see A smile that warms my heart I wish you to be my fresh start One, two, three When I'm alone, I think of thee The sweetness of your laughA future, I hope we craft One, two, threeLet us lay beneath a peac...

She calls me her laureate in my dreamsAlthough distant, I feel her pulseAs I whisper a prayer of evergreensWith a tear dripping from the candlelightLike a star of emerald from her beautiful eyesGlowing like a halo of harps and strings.She calls me her lau...

I don’t know when I lost her. She held on as long as she could. I was aloof. Careless. I loved her. I just never showed her how much. Now I can’t. She has flown away forever. I saw caterpillars. She saw butterflies.

Whispering, it was the age of reasoning, but who was I deceivingAlone without a prayer, a hymnal, or song to singAs I stumbled to the microwave to heat last night's coffeeOn this Monday morning before the dawn falls the dew I'd been a fool with my profane...

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With the heart of darkness, my vaccine  a soft touch of gossamer wingsof a silent cello stringslike fingers of my midnight hostusing Montessori for love  from my poetry's tureen  with the heart of darkness, my vaccine.

With a long breath goodbyeroses of forget-me-notssweet for fingertipscounting the petalsof ivory keyslistening to Gershwin'sRhapsody in Bluepainting the midnight skywith a long breath goodbye...    

4 months ago


Can we ever escape our dreams?

“Boy oh boy, it’s a hot one,” my wife exclaimed as she gave the sweating pitcher one last swirl before pouring each of us a glass. Exhausted and relieved, I sipped my iced tea while slowly rocking in the hammock of our screened porch. I savored my reward...

4 months ago


Make the most of very moment...

I was flicking through sites on my phone while enjoying my morning coffee when I read an advertisement for a writing competition. To be eligible you were required to write a story of between one and five thousand words about a situation where you survived...

Just dusty objects in a box, just traces of love affairs, of friendships long gone and whispers in bedrooms. Just a house standing alone, bearing witness through time. Just our memories in the air, some words echoing softly in the dark tunnels of the mind...