Stumbling, stuttering, falling, to shatter those dreams and desires that haunt my half woken hours of that auspicious night when I touched you, a brush, a glance, no matter for, turned outside in, the sky became the path I trod and tread, painful reminder of all those days, in bed, alone, unrequited.


In another life, he was well heeled and healthy. He had a career, friends and a sense of direction, holidayed, regularly, in fashionable resorts where people recognized him, waved and said hello, anxious to be known of his acquaintance. As it was, life wasn't too bad, at least, that's how he saw it. He was…Read more Happy?

Blogger’s Dreamtime

Two stories about nightmares,medicine and dreams in succession and I haven't got out of bed yet? Thinks, is that the Twilight Zone music playing in the background? Ok, joke's over. It's not funny, anymore. Hello, hello...hello? Is there anyone there, I'm not amused. I'm serious. Hello? It's not funny.

Hope springs Eternal

https://silverthreading.com/2016/07/20/wqwwc-writers-quote-wednesday-writing-challenge-hope/ Hope is the push that opens the door Hope is the step into the unknown Hope is the pull from grief to relief Hope is a trickle of water from a drought dry spring Hope is a candle in a windowsill Hope is the word that lifts doubt from despair Hope is the seedling…Read more Hope springs Eternal