Writer & Illustrator...Believer that everything happens for a reason and Dreamer that every thing will work out...One Day!
I have been here many times before. I am alone. Nothing new there. This is just how it is. How it has been for the last twenty years or more.
On the outskirts of Manchester a tall, well built man leaned over to his wife. Sweeping the long blonde hair away from her face he kissed her lightly tanned forehead softly.
(A piece of life writing containing potentially upsetting material) I've always liked cowboys.
The Perfect Apple The moment was perfect in that instant, As we leapt from the yellow cab's doors. The bright lights of Manhattan in the distance, On our honeymoon night in New York.
Nine Eyes full of pies, cold air slapping my face. Steaming along but tip toeing with grace. Gliding as smooth as a three legged race. Legs are well-oiled, although they're no more.
My Mistake One looked like ginger candy floss, One tabby, the other pure white. They sat there not giving a toss, Not one of them grieving my loss. Their eyes are so bright in the night.