He said there was a willow tree in the field.
I sat there in silence,
under the graceful dancing arms of the willow,
goaded closer and closer to sleep.
Just a regular guy who is interested in everything
And here I am, Judith Clarke, writer.
Turning Tears & Laughter into Words
Or whatever I came up with whilst eating cereal this morning
lyrical essays on songwriting + other mysteries
Poetry, creative writing and a desire to inspire..... Hebrews 11:1 - Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.
poems, and poems again
Epic Tales of Tiny Adventures
literary fictions, flashes, fiascos
Because Writing Is Therapy
The Musings of N. E. Skull
The heart has to be able to act against itself. (m.m.)
Finding my way back out of motherhood -- while mothering
"Come with me, and you'll be, in a world of pure imagination" Willy Wonka, 1971
Life is beautiful. And there is so much to be grateful for.
A work in progress
Art, Text, Code, Design