Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere) > Writing | WritersCafe.org

A slight rant About the way things happening Playground is metaphor for our world

The keys Lay somber idle She sits in chair Remembers fondly so The tunes That made her Heart swoon Dances balls Good Times F..

A peaceful prayer now We need your guiding hand now Turn smoke into rain

I want to see a theatre play been a few years

My epitaph just go on Make it blank I never was a big talker Maybe more a writer Of thoughts passions Ideas and belief People never..

Don’t plaster My grave with An old cement block Plant me a tree A rose bush Or any living thing That in ground shall grow On..

I thought of all the passed on rather famous or infamous writers and poets and how their families friends and readers miss them

Set in the good ‘ol fifties I had an English uncle who raced in uk as a young lad before he came to aust I don’t have any pics so gra..

A fictional love story. For me alas !

Will good overcome ? The dark black evil I swear! Yes shone ‘light ‘ smiling