By Dianne Moritz Oh, to wander the beachon spring afternoons. To relax in the sun,or slide down big dunes. To hear the surf roaring,waves splashing on shore. To watch sea birds feasting,seagulls dive and soar. To pick pretty seashells,appealing driftwood. To reflect and to dream,as everyone should. To exult in sea mist,breathe in fresh salt […]
Ode to the Beach
Image by Wild Vibes via Unsplash My “day job” is as a freelance writer and editor: copywriting, copyediting, marketing, articles, and blogs are all in my wheelhouse and I have a range of clients. I’m lucky to be busy enough to pick and choose who I write for, usually managing to choose clients whose values […]
Dealing with Imposter Syndrome — Mabh Savage
maybe he was going to but got distracted. maybe he forgot. maybe he meant to. maybe, i was holding out hope for something something beyond repair beyond help. maybe i’m overreacting maybe it’s not a big deal maybe i’m making something out of nothing. but i even reminded him.
no big deal
As a man, I can expertly testify that men are useless.
Waves of expression wash across your face the wind brushes your hair the mist glosses your smile and the backdrop seascape competes for the casual cinematographer of my gaze and yet I neither propose marriage nor a toast or in a seductive inflection test your boundaries with an indiscreet suggestion instead I seize this stolen […]
Me and the Mrs.
I goofed again, par for the course as they say. I think goofed is a kinder way of saying it, so I don’t have to say I fucked up. But I said that anyway just now, ouch! What did I do? Well today it involved stepping in dog poo on the way to the offices. […]
Goofed
I left you with nothing but blisters on your split tongue As you spat letters soaked in my name upon the dirt. You laced your cutting saliva with acid, And draped it in bubbly strands on the bending blades of grass — Hoping my ankles might graze your dripping spite — When I left you […]
Snake Spit
Dreams of Rane 