The sun is going down on a crisp,sunny,clear blue day. Still a writer's musings lead him to gaze out at the reds and pinks of the setting sun.Each passing day spent writing infuses me with new knowledge and writerly insights. I look out now as darkness gathers and night takes hold. I am tingling still. Awash with ideas I am excited to try. The only way for me to know whether or not they will sit well on the page is for me to write and explore them.Goodness I am surrounded by work enough... more

Poetry is from the heartTis the melody of soulThe human spiritTis the song of truthYour truthLet it ring outTo the nations

Extract from - The Dark Side of The StreetThe walk to the resort complex where her friend was working out was just far enough for her to make it brisk and cardio healthy. It had become a habit. Whatever she was doing outdoors, she tried to turn that thing into some form of a workout if she could. She didn’t like gyms. Liked nothing better than being in the open. Cutty trained herself to use whatever came to hand and turn it inventively into a training aid. A bench would become a variant... more

Avi remembered everything. He could see it in his mind’s eye, the rolling lawns of the garden, the weeping willow near the top where he would hide and wait to pounce on his friends or his brother and sister. ‘Cowboys and Indians’ was his favorite. He would often take the part of an Indian brave. A warrior. He would paint his face to strike fear into his enemy. Beyond the garden there was a golf course which kept the house private.Avi loved the way the mind worked. He found... more