Mìm

As the great day gloss sets over dust filled meadows, the sky is lathered in exquisite luminescent colours. The great Mìm gloss never...

After the rain 3

Her dress soaked revealing the girl that hides behind Body trembling cold chills surging along naked spine Thunder rumbles, lightning...

After the rain 2

Night turns to grey, after the rain. A murky mist slithers across muddy waters. A lost soul wonders through untamed bushes. Into the day...

After the rain 1

Trolling the metaverse of untethered consciousness Thoughts subside into collective data I'm a microcosm on a linear connection between...

Behind the mask

A poem about masking, the autistic female experience.

My Frida shirt

My Frida shirt is a much loved item of clothing, but also symbolic of my creative journey.

Thoughts of today

Thoughts on life and how to live each day well.

Water

A poem about the loss of a daughter and a mother's grief.

Marshmallow Munchies

2 am marshmallow munchies. Wide awake fog filled fancies. Mind boggling with thoughts of the day. Brain matter madness used to be grey....

Lady in Black

A poem by Kat Bell about a lady in black that I often see.

Dust

A poem by Kat Bell. Pondering life.

Poetic Scribbles #3

CRICKETS A slow grinding hum, From nowhere they come. In darkness they play, To the tune of yesterday. The air carries thickets, With the...

Poetic Scribbles #2

Rains come Rushing waters, echoing thuds on corrugated roof tops. Rumbling thunder, lightning bangs, striking stark dry hill tops....

POETIC SCRIBBLES #1

She stands at the end of time. She stands at the end of time, Melting moments of turmoil left behind. She is no longer their slave,...

Snippet #4 - A hot day

Drake and my journey continues, this time I've gotten myself in a spot of bother on a hot day.

To do or not to do.

I've been pondering my creative options for some time now. Of particular note is the idea of creating custom designed gift stationary...

A Creative Life

I sketched out a portrait of an elderly woman. It was the first of many portraits to come. I was 9. I'd found a book in the school...

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