A big boy / and a small boy / sprawling / play knuckle bones / on the lounge room floor at tea time / they put the game away / in a soft gre…
There you are, as I was at your age, / A solitary child in your teeming realm / Far from the shimmering torpor that I see – this / Provinc…
Another celebration of the magical potential of children (in this case, my nephew). What is it that we adults do, to squash them flat?
(PLEASE READ THE DESCRIPTION FIRST) JASON: (JASON turns away from her. Pause.) I’m going to bed. SARAH: Fine… (She listens) It’s st…
This is an extract towards the end of a short play I wrote for Uni 2 years ago. I’m quite proud of the piece, and this is one of my favourite parts. I don’t know how well it will work as an extract because there are some references to things which have significance earlier in the play (like the fact that Sarah never finishes any of her writing). Please let me know what you think of if you’d like to read the entire piece. What gradually unravels earlier in the play is that Sara has had an abortion and is now regretting it. She’s been a little messed up ever since and Jason can’t seem to understand. It’s putting a strain on their relationship. At this point in the play the separation between them lessons and Sara manages to lead Jason into her imaginary story of their ‘could have been’ daughter. It’s a kind of bittersweet moment for the couple. The entire play is set in their bedroom, which consists merely of a white double bed, white dresser and mirror.
Do you remember the whistling? / Of the wind in the trees / And the tale we were told / Of the birds and the bees
a scene from my childhood :)
In the beginning there was a baby and the baby was with God…Earliest memories of my childhood are of joyous carefree days of sunshine a…
This is the first chapter of my story, or part II. Please enjoy. And thank you for stopping by to read it.
Agapita plays hide n seek / in her pretty dress / her hair an ungodly mess / nose springing a leak / finger put in place to hold back the dis…
Joe was playing in the sun / He was having lots of fun / Joe come inside, here comes the rain, / play inside till it stops again
I wrote this many years ago for my son Joe. Like all children Joe was bored when it started to rain and his mummy had called him inside. He tried to play inside but kept getting into trouble. Luckily the sun came out and he could go and play outside again. / MCN:C159K-FXLCR-T64JT
Cherry blossoms… / And first kisses. / That leave sweetness in the corners, / Of velvet lips. / Electricity fizzing between fingertips / Tha…
This is about childhood memories / First kisses / First loves / Peach juice / And golden sunsets.
turned kitchen things, like empty bottles / and broken springs / to floating castles and fairy wings
Piece of a happy space.
The howls of a storm cover the cries of a child / the wind steals their laughter / rain melts colours of children into puddles of grey
/ A wonderful pic and collaboration with Exposedbutloved / please check out her work I have been playing with this for a few weeks. / It was an offshoot and in a similiar vein to My Childhood Heroes poem. / As we get older and move on the world gets more stressful and serious. / When we venture back past the streets we grew up on or a familiar childhood event passes our thoughts it gets harder to remember our memories of play as children. / I hope the ghosts of your childhood are happy ones.
During most of my childhood we had horses. My dad brought the first one home when I was about six years old. It was a gray Shetland pony.
Short story written in early 1990’s and published several times over the years, most notably by Hearst Publishing in Country Living Magazine, November 1994.
Josh was a very strange little boy. Hair like a mad professor, crossed eyes and an obsession with fish. He never would shut up about fish…
Semi-Autobiographical story about good old Josh, written whilst I was at school… I really need to write some new stuff!
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