Today I felt old, really old, truly old,For the first time. I was treated old, feeble and demeaningly old, Looking out from the… More.

A tattered garden lays frayed beyond redemption, beyond salvage Spirits rustle curled brown leaves their stories belonging to the past History hungers for… More.

I am very excited to learn that my essay, My Uncle the Fisherman has been accepted for publication in The Bangalore Review! Unknown… More.

It’s right here in The Dummies 101.0 Book of Raising Humans! I have read this so many times, I can quote it backwards.… More.

And so it beginsthe third and final reign of terrorthe ultimate battle between good and evil Civil rights revoked against the non-majoritiesFalse charges… More.

Ravaged by indistinguishable masksmisunderstood meanings tangled within a weave of sighs and untruths leaving ashes to soak in tears on the floor Fire… More.

In a realm ghoulish and cold dead witches of old wait all year for this night An eve when wicked tricks they weave… More.

Masts that stretch into the skyreaching heavenward to catch the sea’s breeze and fly Motors idle warming up diesel’s fume and gasoline burnssearching… More.

Why must I always be different, from everyone around me? A Green Witch in Spring, tending my garden loves. A Siren in Summer,… More.

In response to Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge – Mainly OrangePosted by Sue W – nansfarm.net  and Gerry C – themainaisle.com I can not help… More.