This is a free flow exercise I did recently during a writing retreat. The facilitator led us through a relaxation exercise followed by visualization. The concept was to keep writing, keep the pen moving until time was up. This is the piece that resulted: “Come sit on the bed, love,” she says. I move closer, …
This is an image I had to draw at a recent writers retreat held by Writescape: http://writescape.ca/writescape/ While drawing may not be my strong suit, I did make a lovely little poem to accompany the picture: Four walls enclose an ideal, Lost and left behind, A world of peace and laughter, Love and joy in …
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Bumblebees and butterflies embroidered in even rows. Soft yellow cotton soothes restless dreams. Faded and frayed edges worn thin from little hands seeking reassurance. He clutches it tight. Slippered pyjamas pad softly down the hall. Sleep well, my son. In gratitude, Marissa xo
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It could have been the way her voice poured over him like cream, or the way Mr. Bennet lapped it up, all but purring and rubbing against her calves, but Tom froze. Three HB number 2 pencils gripped in his left hand, a package of White 96 Bright, 20-lb. Bond paper in his right. …
I am participating in a funky writers’ movement called The Next Big Thing, which provides a sampling of upcoming and recent novels. Each person tagged answers a series of interview questions and posts them on his/her blog or website while linking to other writers. Many thanks to Rachael Jackson who tagged me from her blog: http://rachaeljacksonthetempleofindrajewels.blogspot.ca/2013/01/the-next-big-thing.html …
Luggage shuffled along the ground, edges grating on the concrete platform. Couples laughing and talking—a constant hum in the background. The fog had burned off the land. Only a hazy memory silhouetted the grey shadows of the forest beyond the station. My palms were moist, and I wiped them again, pretending to smooth down the …
I wrote this poem when I was in grade nine. I received a B-, which I think is rather low for such teenage insight! My teacher at the time was notorious in her despise of all things dark and tragic, ‘death’ was a big taboo. I however was dark and tragic. I loved exploring the …
Wishing you and yours health, happiness, and abundance in the coming year! In gratitude, Marissa xoxo