#poetry #lifestyles #fiction #faith I miss the good old days when all that mattered was to vanguish the hunger put that little fingers down my throat and it felt good worries, failures, fear were n…
Source: Good old days – Happy living
#poetry #lifestyles #fiction #faith I miss the good old days when all that mattered was to vanguish the hunger put that little fingers down my throat and it felt good worries, failures, fear were n…
Source: Good old days – Happy living
A ramble by me – waffle alert! I turn 65 today and I am feeling it much more than reaching 60 ( having not pegged out in my early fifties – thanks to open-heart surgery), there is the c…
Source: Oldness beckons – Kyt Wright
From within comes a dream like a phoenix rising up the dream is full of promise from the soul it springs and like a soap bubble it floats away untethered while I ignore its call too busy, too afrai…
Corrugated face wispy strands of grey back bent with time she hobbles down the road destination unknown. Neighborhood crone we watch with fear the mirror of how we shall soon become. She mutters in…
Catch me if you can Lead you on a merry chase Lovers playing love
Source: Catch Me – Source of Inspiration
Men Only! No Religion! Chick -Lit Invades the Cave! January 25, 2015 By Jane Tawel This posting is for my men followers. I have two: my husband, Raoul, and my friend Steve. Raoul has to follow my…
Source: Men Only! No Religion! Chick -Lit Invades the Cave! – Jane Tawel
Things I Used To Know
Source: January 2015 – Jane Tawel
Angel by Capt Piper Dead Angels By Jane Tawel June 29, 2022 * “Your angels are dying,” She said. * And so, we found our excuses to offer to the God, we had created — all red, white and blue, …
Source: Dead Angels – Jane Tawel
LindaGHill hosts One-Liner Wednesday. This is not a prompt, which is a good job because this is a scheduled post with a Shakespearean twist: on this day in 1613, The Globe Theatre burnt to the grou…
Source: One-Liner Wednesday: Brush Up Your Shakespeare | Ella Craig
Where are you now if not lodge within my memory? You are no longer here yet your wisdom flows through my veins If I close my eyes, I can still hear your laughter and footsteps Yet the crude reality…
Source: Bloodlines – Beneath The Layers