Just a piece of paper Lacking your Handwriting, lacking The answers to questions So long lingering In the back of my Head, the back of my Mind… Wondering why They have chased you, And left you cowardly Behind. It’s been a long time, And I never cared to Blame that they couldn’t Trust…… Continue reading From the other side…
No, this is not a twist tongue. This morning I was hoping to sleep late, but someone decided that it wouldn’t happen. Meet Bob. Bob is a squirrel that lives in the trees behind my home. He enjoys spending time on our balcony, and is not the least bit afraid of me.…… Continue reading Crazy screaming squirrel…
Good evening, dear Lovelies, I hope this finds you doing well. Oh what a week it’s been, and I wish I could say it is over, but today was just day 5 of a twelve days straight stretch at work. For those of you who are regulars in The Cove, yes, I am still training…… Continue reading Cyra-newz!
I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date the year before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided to participate… So…… Continue reading John Doe… (September 6th FFF)
I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Luckily, Fandango and I have had the same kind of week, so I could say it was all his fault if this post is a little late, but unfortunately, I wasn’t ready to (re)publish this yesterday, either! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday,…… Continue reading Hot and naked… (Late August 30th FFF)
In two days, the first edition of the Kind Hearted Challenge will come to an end. I didn’t expect to get a letter myself, but the above was awaiting me, in my mailbox this afternoon. I doubt Life could have picked a better time to deliver it to my door. This morning I was sitting on…… Continue reading Surprise, surprise!
I feel like I am drowning…. I work an honest job, but I am starting to feel that it is one-way honest. I do my best, pay my bills, do pay my dues. Yet I can’t keep up with my dream. Writing is my life, and work is sucking it out of me. I…… Continue reading Just thinking…
