Monthly Archives: January 2014

Gnarled branches with blackened boughs, Standing steadfast against winter showers. Driven snow piled high at the base, Covering life, and leaving no trace. Nests are empty, the birds have gone To places where the days are long. There to sing … Continue reading →

    Aunt Alice and Spot. By Renee Bernard, Vonda Norwood, and Danny Kemp. All mention to Tracey Edges is by kind permission of Her Majesty’s Government….. (Thank you David) Dear Readers, Again? Where is my oar in this storm, … Continue reading →

  In pain with desperation, with sighs of disbelief. I seek a Heavenly answer that can bring upon me relief. Sorrow is never easy, never something to explain. We bear it individually, suffering silently in shame. Tears bring mitigation, but … Continue reading →

  I recently did an interview where I was asked ‘how I got an agent?’ it’s on this link:. http://realwritersguide.wordpress. There was a great deal of interest expressed, with some people then actively setting out to do what I had done. … Continue reading →

  My life was lived within a myriad past, Always changing, never to last. Now is the time to quantify That life I lived, before I die.   Time in life is seldom spent In ways in which we truly … Continue reading →

I killed someone once. I know I did because I used to wake screaming with no sounds coming, to justify what I’d done. I killed someone once. I don’t want to remember her name, but I do and I don’t … Continue reading →

I see you’re back again dear readers. I’d chide you for being so foolish, but I’m the fool who keeps answering the boy’s letters, so where is my place to judge?  Sit back then, friends, and brace yourself. It’s breathtaking … Continue reading →

A man lay dying in the street, as people passed trying not to meet, His eyes that stared in desperate hope, knowing that his body could no longer cope. He tried to speak but no words could he say. His lungs … Continue reading →

I wrote my first book when I was in my late fifties, it was never published. My second came at the age of sixty-two. It is being made into a Film. Could that be an answer to that question; money, … Continue reading →