The Secret Me

There’s a bit in the film Titanic where the old lady version of Rose says “a woman’s heart is an ocean of secrets”. At least I think she did. It has been a long time since I saw that movie. I’ve always gone with that idea though. There are so many daily miseries, joys and…

Poem: Healing

Healing The soothing strangeness of feeling The silken notion of healing Pouring deftly into a charred soul Renewal of light, no night like coal.   Quieted symphony Joy and harmony   And No more you Can’t hurt me now The scar is healing   Warming replenishment from biting cold Bring in the new world; extinguish…

Short Story: The Exploding Bedroom

The room exploded. Pens, dirty clothes, CD’s, a chair, bedding – all shot about in a whirlwind of rage. At the centre of it, a malevolent entity, filled with such a damning ferocity that it made the blood from her head drain into her feet. Her back was to the wall and only after he…

100 Objects Project #8: Glass Seahorse Ornament

I received this odd glass ornament for my 10th birthday from my Granddad Jack. I can’t say I was desperately impressed to receive this as a 10 year old girl! I just didn’t quite get why I’d want to look at dead sea creatures, encased in glass… it just seemed a bit unfair on the…