I like to think I’m a bit of a photographer (that’s just the upstart in me). I also like to think I’m a bit of a poet (also the upstart). Let’s put them both together, shall we? Cheers Steve 🙂 Rosella. A poem. At rest, before play, Amongst a forest of chair trees And tableContinue reading “Upstart Photographer – Rosella”
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The Not-So-Burning Bush. A short tale.
I haven’t written a flash fiction for a while. Here’s my poor attempt at romantic fiction. Cheers Steve 😊 I was ensconced in the bush, its leaves and branches irritating and scratching my face. Completely hidden, I craned my neck to hear what was said, while trying to maintain some sort of focus on Jenny.Continue reading “The Not-So-Burning Bush. A short tale.”
Leibster and Versatile Blogger Award Noms—thank you, thank you, thank you!
Thanks so much to Follypen, who nominated me for both the Leibster and Versatile Blogger awards. You can find Follypen’s wonderful site at this link: https://follypen.wordpress.com/ I’m gonna cheat a bit (as I sometimes do with Award-thingies) and refer you to a previous nomination of mine for some faintly amusing Leibster award answers and questions:Continue reading “Leibster and Versatile Blogger Award Noms—thank you, thank you, thank you!”
It’s a mystery why I’m nominated, but I gratefully accept!
Trudy K at Pinching Words has nominated me for the Mystery Blogger Award. Thanks so much, Trudy! As usual I ‘m always a bit flabbergasted at why I get nominated; equally happy and bemused. That’s not to say I don’t appreciate it—I do! As to this award, there’s some indicia I have to list: TheContinue reading “It’s a mystery why I’m nominated, but I gratefully accept!”
One Lovely, Bloggly, Nomination!
I would like to thank the lovely Kiera(n) Fortasse for a Lovely Blog Award nomination! Whilst I’m not really too sure what it all means (a lovely blog, that is, but you could include life in that statement as well), it does mean a lot to know that someone likes me (yay!). Thank you, Kiera(n).Continue reading “One Lovely, Bloggly, Nomination!”
Another take on perspective…
via Perspective. Just a link to an earlier blog of mine about life and its vagaries. Thought you might like it. Cheers Steve 🙂
Upstart Photographer: colour is back!
Black and white photos? Love ’em! But every once in a while I like brilliant and vibrant colour. Here’s a few shots in their trimmed, yet unfiltered glory. I’ve included some narration, as I’m a big fan of David Attenborough. Mimic his voice as you read. It’s more like a documentary, that way. I loveContinue reading “Upstart Photographer: colour is back!”
The Sale. Every Episode!
The Sale was an unplanned, episodic story I wrote for my blog over a six-month period. Following is a complete list of every episode, so you can read in order from the beginning. Enjoy! Steve 😊 Part 1 – The Door Part 2 – The Butler Part 3 – The Host Part 4 – TheContinue reading “The Sale. Every Episode!”
The Good Son.
My son, God love him, turned twenty this year. It’s hard not to think of him as a teenager, though, as he still lacks that special something that signifies him as an adult. No, not body hair; he’s got more than enough of that–inherited from his grandfather, who’s known as the ‘silverback’ (yeah, you guessedContinue reading “The Good Son.”
The Sale. Part 20. The Final Instalment.
The police lights twirled, casting brightly coloured fireflies against the mansion walls. Police wandered back and forth from the house. Everywhere you looked was yellow crime scene tape, cordoning off the building and grounds into their own little worlds where masked crime scene investigators in loose overalls prodded, bagged and played. The rain had stoppedContinue reading “The Sale. Part 20. The Final Instalment.”
The Sale. Part 19.
The revolver was shaking in Silas’s hand as he pressed it against my skull. Water streamed down his face, mingling with his tears. I closed my eyes tightly. I could hear a rush of breath escape Aisha’s lips. The hammer clicked. Again. And again. Nothing. I opened my eyes. Silas was inspecting the weapon, hisContinue reading “The Sale. Part 19.”
Another Sunshine Blogger Award! Thanks heaps – I am not worthy!
Thanks so much to beingmimismumma for the nomination for another Sunshine Blogger Award! I would love to answer the questions you have posed for me, however I’ve got two uni assignments due!! But don’t despair: here’s a link to my previous answers from a few days back! (Big cop out, I know, but sometimes lifeContinue reading “Another Sunshine Blogger Award! Thanks heaps – I am not worthy!”
Sunshine Blogger Award. I don’t think I’ve ever been accused of bringing sunshine, unless it was out of my…
Thanks, Mairi, for nominating me for the Sunshine Blogger award. Please check out Mairi’s cool blog, Hitting 60! It’s always nice to be nominated, but it takes me so long to write a post about it – DOH! I may be a mature-age student with little to do, but I have only limited time inContinue reading “Sunshine Blogger Award. I don’t think I’ve ever been accused of bringing sunshine, unless it was out of my…”
The Sale. Part 18.
Junifer Vasilikov limped closer. In the moonlight we could make out a ghastly, bloody smear covering her features. Her hands were empty. “My mother was killed by a vacuum cleaner,” she said, wearily. Aisha leapt to her feet, knife at the ready. I stood up and we faced Crazy Junifer, together. I raised my handsContinue reading “The Sale. Part 18.”
The Sale. Part 17.
The climb down was a blur of motion and fear. The air was musty, mouldy and laced with the smell of our sweat-soaked and angst-ridden bodies. At the bottom of the ladder, we stood before the exit panel to the basement storeroom. Aisha gripped the knife tightly, ready to stab anyone who might be waitingContinue reading “The Sale. Part 17.”
Guide to the Unrequited Love Affair
Unrequited Love. That thing you have when you don’t have a thing—Clayton’s love (okay, only oldies may get that joke). Here’s a short guide on how to do it: Fall in love with a person who is far too good for you, or is unobtainable. This could be a ‘love at first sight’ thing, orContinue reading “Guide to the Unrequited Love Affair”
The Sale. Part 16.
At the top of the stairs, another corridor: four sets of doors, two on each side. Aisha smiled grimly. “I know this part of the house. The bedroom I hid in is the last door on the left.” “The secret passage,” I said. “We can take the ladder down to the pantry and double backContinue reading “The Sale. Part 16.”
Some Leibster Award Goodness: I’d like to thank the academy…
Hey, hey, hey! Thanks so much to littlemissbearpaw for nominating me for the Liebster Award! I am honoured, humbled and somewhat stumped, as always, as to why I got nominated. But thanks for liking my stuff, anyway! The rules for the Liebster Award are: Acknowledge the blog that gave it to you and display theContinue reading “Some Leibster Award Goodness: I’d like to thank the academy…”
Dinosaur. A poem.
Here amongst the mammals shuffles the dinosaur, all rippling muscle and strident flanks. As he lumbers around the errant, tiny creatures, he wonders why he’s here, and what brought him to this place. Here and there the animals pair off, the hum of spring announcing itself on the pollen-filled breeze with little fanfare. The dinosaurContinue reading “Dinosaur. A poem.”
The Sale. Part 15.
Aisha and I swore simultaneously. Silas gestured to his slavering doberman, straining at the chain he held. “This is Goering,” he said. “I think he would like to make your acquaintance.” He unleashed the beast and it catapulted down the hallway, chain flailing behind. Aisha and I ran back through the doorway we had exited.Continue reading “The Sale. Part 15.”
An upstart photographer.
I used to take LOTS of photos. Well, I did when I was happier, better travelled, less single and less skint. I take less now. That doesn’t stop me from loving the odd bit of amateur, upstart photography. Nowadays, it’s easy to take photos. There’s no wait or development cost involved (unless you have aContinue reading “An upstart photographer.”
Paradox. A poem.
I am me and me is the quantum of you and me and you and I %$&# HATE This World Earth Terra Planet People Society Civilisation Virtuality So Much. BUT I was me but I’m not sure who I am now maybe I’m not who I think I am %$&# LOVE This my World yourContinue reading “Paradox. A poem.”
The Sale. Part 14.
My fingertips were worn from scraping constantly against the inner wall, tracing our way through the maze. The electric bulbs in the stone and earth ceiling flickered dimly and our shadows gently danced on the surrounding walls as we stumbled on. My right shoulder lanced with pain every time I jarred it. Every thirty minutesContinue reading “The Sale. Part 14.”
Shopping with the Olds
I went to the mall with my aged parents to do some Christmas shopping. Note to self: find some excuse next time to avoid going with aged parents to the mall to do Christmas shopping. I don’t dislike my parents–I love them very much. All the more so because they’re allowing me to live underContinue reading “Shopping with the Olds”
Haiku Friday. Three freaky haikus.
Message I got a message, anonymous, confusing. “Don’t wait up,” it said. Nerd Glasses, weird hair cut, quirky disregard for all. “Grab a seat, player!” Dog All dogs love me so. Must be my cool aftershave. Or meat in pocket. . Haikus, those wonderful little 5/7/5 syllable Japanese poems, are usually serious. I decided seriousContinue reading “Haiku Friday. Three freaky haikus.”
Superhot. A poem.
My iPhone is an older model…by a lot. The outside’s looking dated and she’s slower than she was. I’m thinking of trading up, because the new model is superhot. Was a time when I couldn’t take my hands off her, when my fingers traced her delicate contours. She was at my beck and call. Some kindContinue reading “Superhot. A poem.”
Bad Reader, Bad!
I’m a bad reader. Not a bad reader, as in slow or illiterate, but bad as in I read 10-12 books at a time and as a result often find myself returning to a book, months after I started it, wondering what happened previously. I think this has something to do with my short attentionContinue reading “Bad Reader, Bad!”
Avoidance? I think not, my friends, I think not.
Sooooo…today, I had to do paperwork for my long-suffering and very overdue property settlement (like a promised rain storm after years of drought, it shimmers like a mirage in the heat haze…sorry, got distracted. That happens). Seeing as how I’m very focused (Yes, I won the ‘Far Too Focused’ award at work three years runningContinue reading “Avoidance? I think not, my friends, I think not.”
Enthroned. A poem (and a dedication).
Enthroned Commissioned at the hearth Creation at both ends Poetry of motions Movements and quotients Seated and relieved The uncanny mind projects And words flow on Moreso than the waterfall Or waste disposal Until the final act is done And the seeds of doubt Are flushed Begone! . You may not have guessed (or maybeContinue reading “Enthroned. A poem (and a dedication).”
A Question of Purpose
Sometimes life kicks us hard. Then it kicks us even harder. While life is kicking us we have to learn to get up and either get out of the way or let that boot keep cracking our ribs.
That’s not actually what this post is about, but maybe it caught your attention. If so, please read my post about purpose and humility. And stupidity. You might even enjoy it 🙂