It’s true! No one can hack your typewriter! Hanx
I have to agree, we might have to go back to the basics! Read the article here http://www.theguardian.com/world/2014/jul/15/germany-typewriters-espionage-nsa-spying-surveillance?CMP=fb_gu
Quote of the Day
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” ― Ernest Hemingway
Just one dance Daddy
By Wendy Norman When I was born did you feel possession as crucial as each breath you take I was just a babe, a mere mortal, sins unknown yet to […]
“Banjo Tunes” – (Single Girls Weekend in the Hunter Valley)
They named their Pigs Wendy & Donna!
CIRCADIAN RHYTHMS
Poem by Wendy Norman Scattered leaves crowd the path Awakening theories upon your wrath Manic rhythms curse your blood Ecstatic highs surge like flood Reasonable or Normal is in Quandary Obsessive […]
THEN IT RAINED
By Wendy Norman The sky was infinite No limitations in sight Brooding with grotesque labyrinths Dark as an evil mans soul A sorrowful cumulus blanket Seeping with regrets Mother earth […]
PEBBLES IN SAND
by Wendy Norman Quite often I have I thought of you and the many things that you do. I sleep at night sometimes you on my mind, one night with […]
WOUNDED FLIGHT
by Wendy Norman She walked confident in her denial Having frequented betrayals’ aisle Her armour fastened with lesions of regret Past sorrows unable to forget Feeling strongest when she sorrowed […]
Love Whispers
By Wendy Norman The ocean glistened with the warm sun’s kiss Waves rippled in the breeze another day of bliss Sandy shores where dancing sunbeams play Gazing on sand with […]
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 […]
He was just a boy (short story draft)
Photo taken at Narrabeen Lakes, Sydney It was a Typical Sydney Sunday in 1960, the middle of a heatwave across Australia and all home owners had their garden sprinklers on . […]
IT’S ONLY A CLOWN!
The other day I was having a quick scroll through facebook and came across a photo of a mother dressed as a clown and hiding under her child’s bed. I […]
Switzerland
Another wonderful part of my last trip overseas was visiting Stansstad in the Lake Lucerne region of Switzerland. Switzerland is a country with much variation in geography, and cultural diversity. […]
Alsace Wine Region, France
Alsace Wine Region, France
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…
A world of you and me
Condescending numerous others You’ve mystified my mind I find you curiously enticing Like a bottle of the finest wine Your personality is fascinating and inviting Full of great character and wit […]
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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