Poor Things by Alasdair Gray If someone were to ask me about this read, I would automatically shout out SCREWY IN THE BEST POSSIBLE WAY!...

Rikki wore herself, her other self, with aplomb. Hers was an expression of polite detachment and of slight boredom with it all. And...

Mystic. Pagan. The beginning. A procession makes its way along the winding mountain road, surrounded by the thick black inkiness of...

Nestled on my lap Your warmth penetrates my skin Your vulnerability is also mine Trusting abandonment We are hushed and still We are snug...

I can’t explain why I compare, contrast and categorize life events in the way that I do; grammatically that is. What I can tell you, with...

Photo by Plato Terentev on Pexels.com Mine is a crusade to understand this brokenness, with a solid probability that I never will. Like...

Ron Lach on Pexels.com Something wasn’t right. The twinge in her stomach told her so. Her eyes confirmed it was so. He was supposed to be...

Photo by Kei Scampa They literally collided, one day, in the hallway at work. One was turning a corner, rather sharply, arms loaded with...

CHARLIE From infinitesimal movements you understand With gargantuan enthusiasm you respond warm soft little blanket fiercely brave caped...

What a read! A confession of sorts within an answer to a question…”What were you to my father?” A declaration of having existed on this...

THE LETTER “K” Kick ass days like those are now few and far between. Who knows how to make more; to set the world on fire again? I will...

Her house is a fine example of symmetry. It is the type of house you first draw as a child. The feeling on the untree-lined street of row...

I unwrapped his gift slowly, contradictory resentment and protectiveness gurgling up inside. Why had I agreed to this ridiculous public...

THE LETTER “H” He lets himself go back to the halcyon days, pre-hardship and hallucinations; before his cheeks and heart hollowed out. He...

A generous deeply felt read A yo-yo of emotions, intelligent and a work of love Beautiful prose, full of nuances, layers and texture...

THE LETTER “B” Bereavement brought with it belligerent and bellicose behavior, bred bloodcurdling rage and burgeoning blackness of mood....

The church in the main square is emptying out and the bars and cafes are filling up on a shimmery Sunday in early Spring. Linda is on...

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dog one big dog go do dig big bone o god! big bond The biggest dog ever!!! no! gone end ode one big dog #children #deathofpet #dog...

When I was four, my mom and I went to Italy for summer vacation. We stayed in her small town for about one month. It was a typical quiet...