I’ve been driving myself nuts trying to find a replacement Dreamcast. A few months ago, the controller port broke, so I’ve been looking for a faulty one, in order to save some money and fix my current one by transplanting the working controller port into...
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Her Life in Colour
A Loving Tribute to my youngest Daughter attending UniversityHer Life in Colour Sketches and doodles. Soups and pot noodles, these are the things of her day. Artistic licence is what she most craves, doing "her stuff" in her very own way. She won't reside in the shadows, I fear, why, if she has her way, she'll grad...
I SwearEngland. South Shields, 1967. I leaned against our back gate, acting the big man in front of the bloke next door. Mouthing off to him and swearing even though he'd already complained a couple of times to Ma about my bucket-mouth. Thinking I was so...
"Mommy, I wanna be a princess when I grow up!"Her mom smiles, "You're already a princess, sweetie.""Really, Mommy? I'm a princess?""Of course, honey, you're my little princess."***** Ten years later..."You know, Mom, growing up sucks."Her mom raises her e...
Philena- The Ways of Emotions
From the point of view of Philena, one of my characters...I watched. I slipped. I fell. We unraveled; shattered. Irrepareable.-Ellen Hopkins, Identical.Sometimes families aren't how they appearPeople hide behind smiles, laughs,liesPeople hide the truthBut I saw and I changed.You took away my childhood.
Warped Journey
Someone asked me once .... asked the right question .... this was my answer.So you want to know what lurks inside my head I extend to you my hand I warn it is not pretty Come journey with me to the depths within my head This place of loss I dwell welcome to where I dream I know my way quite well my freak show hall of mirrors Here...
Cotton Candy Sky
Taken places from the past.Cotton candy sky this morning,sailors need not take warning. Pastel heavens, blues and pinks.Start of a stunning day, me thinks. Sounds, smells of a carnival here,similes, within my mind appear. Whisking me back to earlier times.I reminisce, pleasant are...
The Cruet Set
I wonder when did I stop being a child.The Cuet Set. This winter afternoon my grandson, Rowan, asked to play with my salt and pepper cruet in the form of two people arms open to be hugged. Yes I said but be careful don’t bash them together And I will sit with you whilst you play. I was struck...
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Mum They Said I Killed Jesus
A girl starts a new school in the countryside and experiences prejudice for the first time.Mum they said I killed Jesus I said as I came home from school How can they say that I’m only eleven What would it be 2000 years ago and I am not free To say I am different And play with the guys Who grew up in this Lovely countryside. Go back and tell...
A place of refuge
A child finds refuge in an abandoned orchard near where she livesFour years old; I stepped into my place of mystery; of escape and refuge from an angry mother, and passed from a world of concrete and buildings to walk on earthy, soft, wild walkways between bushes and trees. There were nettles that stung you and dock le...
Somehow Brought Up
Of perseverance against empty promises...Somehow brought up on the rules of the game Somehow brought up to the plate Somehow brought up to look straight in the eye Somehow brought up to lead off the base Somehow brought up to field ground balls Somehow brought up to think on the fly Somehow brou...
The blue and white striped cup (2nd Chapter)
A series of events leads Claire to be left for months with the most unlikely family.Claire sat drawing with her wax crayons whilst her mother pushed pieces of meat and stale bread down into the top of the metal meat grinder with one hand and turned the handle with the other. Claire watched fascinated as the meat and bread came out worm l...
Childhood Lost
As someone commented...the price is incalculable...What is the price of a childhood lost?And who is the one to pay the cost?For the child who's often left alone,And forced to grow up on their own,Left at home without a reason why,While mommy goes out to get high,For the child who lives in constant fear,Wh...
I spread out my mother's dust-filled, leather-bound, two ton photo album on my lap. It was still a fading blue color even after all these years. The front cover had a gold engraved inscription; "Friends Forever." in cursive writing that shimmered and refl...