Dog cries
By Wendy Norman A dog is so clever he needs to run free Feel wind on his back until eternity Chasing birds and lizards, sniffing out rabbits He cherishes […]
Tortured Turret
Poem by Wendy Norman Many a night I have sat and cried Sharp stones have hurt and cut my stride Potholes of disappointments have crippled me Slowly they filled with […]
When I was young
I have had a challenging life, who hasn’t in their own way!
“The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.” —T.S. Eliot
So delve deep my friends…
Quote of the Day
“I do not think, sir, you have any right to command me, merely because you are older than I, or because you have seen more of the world than I […]
THE RED DRESS
By Wendy Norman You linger there feeling the dust settle in Weighed down with guilty sin We used to dance Now I walk in a trance Abandoned in a heap With Joy […]
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