Apr 19, 2017 | 0 Comments
§ Just as she retired for bed, she started to hear the muffled sounds of the piano being played downstairs. With a small sigh, and a slight hint of a smile, she reached for her bedroom door handle, slowly pulled it open and softly made her way down. With each...
Mar 13, 2016 | 0 Comments
§ Which door have you opened for me, That I am too blind to see? Your mercy surrounds me, Drowns me, I’m warm and safe, Being so deep down. This is love. Your love, For me....
Nov 19, 2015 | 0 Comments
I witnessed pain in a stranger’s smile. I recalled what it felt like. And in an instant I am humbled. It has been a while since my dear old friends, sadness and despair, have visited me and, like most times when they do, outstayed their welcome. After all that...
Feb 21, 2015 | 0 Comments
I’ve learnt that you can cry without tears, Weep in absolute silence, And die a thousand times while your heart still beats. I’ve learnt that happiness is always in front of you, Contentment is the greatest achievement, And the fact that nothing lasts...
Nov 16, 2014 | 1 Comment
Your welcoming breeze blew through my hair and I knew I simply had to accept your invitation. Your warm yet windy personality is not uncommon during this time of the year; it was invigorating. It awakened that part of me which has so much to share with you. I knew our...
Jun 30, 2014 | 8 Comments
As many of my friends, and readers, may know already – I appreciate poetry but cannot write much. I have always admired people’s ability to dabble so effortlessly the art of poetry. So it was with much surprise and delight when a small spectrum of...
May 18, 2014 | 10 Comments
Dear Diary, He SMS’ed to ask if we could meet for coffee. I thought he wanted something else… I thought he wanted to give us another try. After several long, silent years apart, a glimmer of hope shone between the dark clouds that made up my post-divorce...
Apr 11, 2014 | 4 Comments
It’s an odd topic, isn’t it? Being creative is unique to each individual and sometimes you just can’t quite tell how to keep your creative juices flowing. Creativity isn’t an emotion; it isn’t a friend you call up in the middle of the...
Nov 26, 2013 | 12 Comments
Strong rays of sunshine drop over Table Mountain in the early morning. To my right, a fleet of boats are docked at the harbour. Sparkling blue waters glitter from the sunlight, calmly going about their ways. The road ahead is filled with cars driven by people who are...
Oct 4, 2013 | 9 Comments
She flicked her long silky brown hair to the side and smiled lovingly at them. I finally had the chance to see what they meant by the scars from “the accident”. A long, deep purple slash ran down from her left eye to the end of her smile; a smile that...