To a fellow writer, on wounds and writing Photo by Pixabay: https://www.pexels.com/photo/brown-and-white-bear-plush-toy-42230/ Every good writer is irremediably flawed inside, irremediably wounded. From the wound pours the writing, from the flaw flows the magic. Anything else makes them a poser. The writer I am talking about is not good. He is exceptional. One can only try to... Continue Reading →
A Tribute to Mothers
Taken for granted but dearly missed when coming of age Photo by dylan nolte on Unsplash A mother is a ray of sunlight in the darkA cloud soothing the heat of the day on your skinOften taken for granted, her smile hides the markOf the sorrows she bares for the joy of her kin Children coming of age... Continue Reading →
