Tag Archives: grief

Empty  by Trent P. McDonald #writephoto

I awoke at dawn, as always, even though his alarm obviously didn’t go off.  I wasn’t hungry, so I did my morning walk through the wisps of the dying fog on getting up.  Breakfast could wait. The fields, ever my … Continue reading

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Guest artist: Colleen Briggs – Sacred Centre Holds

Colleen Briggs very kindly agreed to be a guest here today. She is a superb artist and I love her work… but there is more to her gifts than those that fill a canvas with colour. Please visit her blog … Continue reading

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Horizon by Neel Anil Panicker #writephoto

From the edges Rajesh watches on helplessly as the turbulent sea births wave upon monstrous wave of high frothy waters which then angrily swim towards the rocky weed filled edges only to crash and die untimely deaths. He throws the … Continue reading

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Horizon by Ritu #writephoto

Dear You, Sitting here, watching the sun slowly set, I feel a sense of peace finally come over me. It’s been tough these last few weeks. I wasn’t able to get away from anyone. I know they were being considerate, … Continue reading

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Tryst by Stuart France #writephoto…

* He had not intended to come here. Without thinking his tired steps had led… to the shelter, half-portico, half-shed, and to brighter, lighter days… * Continue reading: Tryst #writephoto…

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Lantern – Ritu Bhathal #writephoto

In the darkness, all seemed hopeless. What was I supposed to do? I’d done what I had seen done in countless films, gone to the confessional in the church. I’m not a church-goer. I don’t know whether it would help me, … Continue reading

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Fog– #writephoto Lady Lee

Dad, you left us so suddenly Not even 60, that was young You carried the world on your shoulders And thought you were superman With never ending super power strength Funny how we pay our debts What comes around goes … Continue reading

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