There is a hush within the edges of time. If one listens, one can feel it. It is early dawn and I am easy, not required to be anything people think I should be. There are no demands placed upon my time. Within this pause, I imagine the gift of another day, open to whatever magic it may bring. Silence is my church. It … Read More
aliceandmolly
"Dare to be remarkable!"
• Educator, Blogger, Fairy Grandmother
Month: August 2018
+ creativity, mad men, say it
~ and some days this is how I find the inspiration to write. Black coffee and Peggy Lee, hon.
A paragraph from a scene titled, Do Right. The setting is a fictional locale – Ardua Pier- where things happen Truth lies in a dream. The dull blast of a horn signaled a ship entering port. He listened as waves lapped against the pylons. The high-pitched sound of a woman’s laughter rang from the neighbouring sugar factory. From a warehouse loft, somewhere high … Read More
Photo Credit: unsplashed- Danielle Dobson Dawn stirs With a trust so gentle Her skirt, a whispered rustle Her presence, like an old friend To edge me back to morning New rain softens the window pane A drop fell on the Cherry tree Sent to kiss the earth And blur the memory of a dream I had lingered too long, within
~ draft scene Early morning sunlight crept in through the open window and kissed her on the shoulder. He watched her sleep. Studied each soft inhale and exhale of breath, traced a lock of hair across the pillowcase. The hair she refused to cut. Her signature, a self-styled rebellion against time and fashion mores. Light crept across the bed, unveiling her face in real- … Read More
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