Tag Archives: grief

Guest writer: Tric Kearney – Chancer

I’m a writer…Really? “Hi, I’m Tric, (pronounced Trish), I live in Ireland and I’m a writer.” There’s a first. I don’t think I’ve ever written that before and it’s made me smile, because as I hear myself say ‘I’m a … Continue reading

Posted in Blogging, Guest post, Humour, writing | Tagged , , , , , | 18 Comments

Hidden tales

A veil of silence closes around the stories of my day. They are stories of love, and of loss, and of the heartache that we each experience at some point in our lives. Of the tragedies played out behind staid … Continue reading

Posted in Life, Love | Tagged , , , | 2 Comments

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

Posted in photo prompt | Tagged , , | 2 Comments

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

Posted in Art | Tagged , , , , , , , | 15 Comments

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

Posted in photo prompt | Tagged , , , , | 5 Comments

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

Posted in photo prompt | Tagged , , , , | 6 Comments

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…

Posted in photo prompt, Photography, Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment