Writing

Sean lost the one he loved long ago. By the hand of the Winter Queen, will his happiness return?

Mostly written in good humour.

This is a non-traditional ghazal about how I sometimes feel as a child, combined with a maternal instinct and pressures to one day be a mother.

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Trashing that which should be treasured, is a crime no man-made scale can measure.

Taken from my "Diaries of Lost Dimensions" included in a collection (2012).

SADLY, THIS IS A TRUE STORY.

Motherhood is tiring, an in your bones exhaustion. But the love your children offer you is more than enough.

The crow that sits at the cemetery

Not all schools are kindly places, as Wallace is to discover.

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