I was a soldier

I will never forget the sights and sounds of the bomb that exploded into the barracks of a sister company in Dharan Saudi Arabia. I was standing guard as the ambulances and available busses roared into the compound, sirens blaring. Soldiers stunned and running about were trying to direct medical personal to the injured. Those…


Just for fun

Why is it so easy for darkness to creep in and take over. For me it happens before I even realize it is happening. All of a sudden things seem so bleak when an hour before the world was right. It takes effort to fight that darkness. It takes effort to be happy. So when…

The 1 thing that writers/bloggers need to know before they begin.

I have felt this way myself for a while. Life has passed and i didn’t see it.Here are some very wise words.

Writings of a Mrs

While I have loved my journey of blogging and writing so far, the one aspect of it that I wasn’t prepared for was how socially isolating it is!  It can be weighty for your average social butterfly like me.

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I love social media and corresponding and working with fellow artists through my blog.  I email with so many people, Skype chat, we comment on each others blogs, Tweet and facebook and I have developed a great fondness for many of my readers and people that I collaborate with but it can still feel ‘impersonal’.  

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Agony of Memory

I Stray back to reality With thoughts drifting along a moment Breaking into my tempered peace Of mind Where guilt and shame had fought Their way past admonishing eyes And cries of anger. Now no longer buried under fabricated Smiles The degradation seeping from within Replaces the momentary solace Of abstraction With the agony Of…


Silent Moment

Inside a silent moment The breath of life takes hold. Inside the shell of a man The breath of death escapes. It is in between that putrid pages Of rotting stories are coupled with The Exuberant exhale of Fantastical journeys and the exodus of innocence. Too complicated, thoughts form into words of little meaning, and…




The Power of Words:You can heal or you can hurt.

I was reminded again today how hurtful and lasting words can be. The biting sting of a rude comment continues to sting long after the words have evaporated into the air. Regardless of age. I watched an older couple in a store today. They caught my attention because I don't often see elderly people at…


A Place to Dream


If it’s not ok, Then it’s not the end

I want to feel the way I used to feel, When life was still okay, When the setting of the sun Was more than just a wasted day. A time when yellow In the sunshine, Was your special gift to me, And the lingering of Your gentle kiss Made it hard to breath. The simple…



It is truly the sign of a wise and enlightened person who is able to respect a persons jealousy. I hope I become that wise very soon!