Yes the crazy characters at KSP Writing Centre are still letting me give real people exercises to do. Here's last week's: To write about writing is such a drag The only thing worse is my facillitator’s nag Without a life of her own, she’s destroying mine! If I was asleep at home all would be … Continue reading Exercising the Writing Muscles.
Spring is the season of Pollen Relentless attacks without pause Fluttering into our faces Sneaking under closed doors. My face is terribly swollen My nose no longer drips Instead it oozes like molasses Until it inevitably slips. My eyes are perpetually itchy My throat and ears scratch and burn. My head is painful and heavy … Continue reading Spring!
I'm Smokie; I'm a hunter! You will not see my like. I follow my prey to the ends of the Earth; Unless its a bit of a hike. My best move is to stay very still, And ambush things that pass. But I get bored quite quickly, If things don't happen fast. My sister caught … Continue reading Smokie – Mighty Hunter or Marshmallow Cloud
As the pain deepens The chasm widens Every approach from either side Does some more damage The gulf more wide I speak to my children I try to explain Then fall back into habit and only complain They don't understand me To me they're a mystery The harder we struggle The harder we try We're … Continue reading My darkness
In order to wake Alex from a dissociative/mute/withdrawn episode I sometimes use songs that attract her attention and simultaneously offer a reward if she can repeat the song. Singing a funny song preferably with actions wakes her up. By the time she can sing the song properly she is ready to safely walk around. This … Continue reading I Am Awake, Shut Up Mum
Why have you deserted me, why run to Her? Our life may be humdrum, but what's the great lure? Cherise was so loving, never far did she stray, Now at the Granny flat she tries to stay! I lost all my children; one, two, three, four... For the sweets or the freedom or perhaps something … Continue reading The Other Woman
I wrote you a poem. It's really quite short. But I know you won't mind. Cos you're such a great sport! This exclusive picture actually shows the co existance of good and evil at the same park!
Charlie stop that whining the cat is not plotting your death, She's just lying on the sofa trying to catch her breath. Echo's such a lovely lady with sparkling emerald eyes. Hush now baby there's no need for all your plaintive cries. She wants so much to be your friend, you silly puppy boy. Echo … Continue reading Don’t Cry, Charlie
I told my fish to stop their fighting & they bit each others tails. I told my kids to stop their fighting & my husband laughed in gales. I asked the grey cat to please stop drinking my lovely cup of tea. Smokie looked solemnly at his water bowl then stared straight back at … Continue reading I Wrote A Poem; I Hate You All! – My family not my readers
I wonder why I can't write A work to inspire acclaim! It isn't that I'm not that bright, Or have no talent to my name. With creativity I'm more than blessed. Wisdom floods right out my ears. Yet my writing never quite impressed. My lack of fame brings me to tears. But I finally realised what … Continue reading A Wanna Be Writer’s Lament