Monthly Archives: July 2019

Long hues of shadows in areas that shade Life comes from the darkness where anger is made There’s a commitment to death as a way to end time But then time is perpetual where love is no crime. Don’t read … Continue reading →

From the earnest, solemn delivery of promises to come To the whispering slap of the bullet not seen from the gun There are records strewn everywhere of what could have been changed, To prevent the easily persuaded from becoming madmen … Continue reading →

When I was a young man the first thing on my mind was the opposite sex. Next came rugby in the winter and cricket in the summer. Academic studies were not high on my list of priorities. However, there was … Continue reading →

The sun bathes the garden, the colours it ignites. The sky is the blue that promises Heavenly delights. The still air is broken only by the slightest of breeze. The only sound is from the birds in the surrounding trees. … Continue reading →

When I’m bored as I am now, waiting for my latest novel to come back from its editing and proofreading, I try my hand at writing poetry and some Quotes. In a selfish thought, I hope one or two of … Continue reading →

Question Where cast you love when love has died, When the heart stops racing and there’s nothing inside? Where goes passion, exciting and heaven-sent? Where goes its taste, its fragrance, and its scent? Can love once lived be lived once … Continue reading →

Originally posted on Auntiemwrites Crime-Mystery Author M K Graff :
Alex Dahl’s newest Scandanavian Noir, The Heart Keeper, comes with a giveaway! One lucky reader who leaves a comment will be chosen to receive a copy of the book, so all…

The excitement was overwhelming, I was losing my grip. I was clinging to a precipice With my feet about to slip. The air became oppressive, My breathing was cut short. There had to be an end to it. Sometime soon … Continue reading →

Who have we accused a million times Of pasteurising those discordant minds As humans were forced between the lines That designates the choice assigned. Beware that you do conform To symbols that signify your norm Shown by the clothes that … Continue reading →

I want to go and live on a mad farm And laugh my life away. I want to be surrounded by the silly And indulge in daily horseplay. I want nothing of serious discussion Nor hear any more sad news. … Continue reading →