It is quite a job to entertain people. I don’t consider myself an entertainer. When people enjoy my posts I just go “Yay” in my living room (ok, most of the time in my office – with booh-boss rolling his eyes), and when my stats crash for a day or two, I (try to) just…… Continue reading Thank you life, for stupid! (2)
She counted the jars, waiting for the water to boil. Hoping she had enough of them, as she plunged the glass containers in the steamy pot, one by one. She had a lot to take care of. Canning her dreams, canning her hopes, canning her love… Before it went bad. So many Spring memories,…… Continue reading Saving herself.
You wanna play the cute card, Momma? Alright! Game on! *wink* To see Momma’s post, click here.
Butterfly dreams, over a warm June sunset… If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Good morning Lovelies! It’s been a while since my last “Nombril de semaine”, hasn’t it? Some of you might remember my Wednesday posts, used to share the work of others, although I have put that little tradition on the backburner for a while now. But not for good. We’ve all started from scratch when…… Continue reading Nombril de semaine…
Telling her what I knew, what I know leaving nothing to the imagination, save for one thing, A trifle a thought the one secret, I kept from her her prying eyes, her wandering gaze waiting, watching, a sea of expectations set adrift Telling her what I thought about her felt about, lusted about wanted…… Continue reading Keeping Secrets…
she whispered, her fingers gripping his coat’s collar, pressing herself to his chest. His fast breathing betraying his desire to surrender to her bold request. He wanted to give in, she knew it, but she felt him still pulling back a little… What would he come up with, this time? – I’m not too…… Continue reading Kiss me…
I should have done this days ago…. But better late than never 🙂 Come visit Danny’s blog, and share your favorite blog with us!!
Next time, baby… I’ll be bulletproof – La Roux No… We Montrealers don’t enjoy shooting at trees in the middle of the city! This just a close up shot (pun intended) of Mr Woodpecker’s job! If you’d like to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Girl reading a letter at an open window – Johannes Vermeer She’d been reading my thought letters again God how I wish she’d stay out of my head! Sitting, writing prose words combined, patterns seeing other ways feelings, feelings, She only had to look at me without a word exchanged between us, She only…… Continue reading My Thought Letters…
Cyranny's Cove 