I’m a little red case, and live under the bed in AnaMarie’s bachelor pad.That’s me! AnaMarie is Spanish, born in Madrid, now living in the countryside of the North of England, where she loves to paint. Yes she’s quite an acclaimed artist and has even illustrated a few children’s books, though her favourite past-time is… Read more »
Short Stories & Poems
The Polka Dot Pen
Her name was Sally Ann Thompson. Her favourite colour pink. She liked to write. It emptied the thoughts from her head, so she said. It was her birthday, sweet sixteen. I came along in a beautiful rose pink box with a satin ribbon, and when she unwrapped me, there I was laid on a piece… Read more »
Blue Socks, Bully Socks
Perhaps I should have been more sensitive. Thought things through before I bought them. It was about identity you see. I was tapping into her identity instead of finding my own. Now bullying isn’t right nor acceptable under any condition, but I remember her face when I strolled up to that school bus. She looked… Read more »
Bologna. Oh Bologna
Yesterdays blog brought to mind some of the other wonderful places I have had the privilege to visit. Bologna being one of them. Several people have said how much they love the poem that I wrote whilst in Bologna, so just uploaded it – please read and enjoy. Meanwhile – not forgotten about Seville! … Read more »
Little Spoon
I started life in a pack of four. Well sixteen to be precise. Yes, four fours are sixteen. That’s, right isn’t it? But life sure was boring for the first few years. We left the factory and I thought we were heading for somewhere exciting, then I heard we were on our way to a… Read more »
Hidden Within
It takes a week or there about To relax and empty one’s head So, book that holiday A retreat if you will And rid the mind of the pressure therein That, which you call your daily stress. Once relaxed you can truly empty The thoughts from deep within The ideas, inspiration, imagination Call it what… Read more »
She loved to write
She loved to write It was an opportunity to empty the thoughts from her weary head Oh, how it pained her until they were released Then, she relaxed. She felt better! She loved to write her letters It was her coping mechanism Her therapy and her healing. She said it all An emotional avalanche, released… Read more »
My life as a Sock!
‘I’m going to be late for school Mum,’ I heard him shout. ‘Can’t find any socks.’ Nothing new then I thought. He can never find any socks! That’s teenagers for you! Messy, disorderly, thoroughly untidy. Yes, and he’s always complaining and moaning about something. Hum! He wants to try living the life of a sock…. Read more »
Juan’s release
‘So what is Christmas all about?’ asked Enrie Molina, deferred parole notice in his hand. ‘For me, this year, freedom!’ answered his cellmate smiling, thinking of a typical day in those miserable surroundings. He hardly dared to believe that this Christmas represented freedom. He had spent so many days in confinement in that small dark… Read more »
Dolita’s Christmas
“What is Christmas all about?” thought Dolita, as she wandered the streets. The date the 16th December, the beginning of the festivities. Nine consecutive days of candlelight posadas centred around children, who were often decked in colourful, hand-made costumes and carried brightly coloured, paper lanterns. The purpose behind the posadas was originally a practical way… Read more »