Love.

Six Word Story.

This story was written with tears in my eyes as memories, even some forgotten it seemed, poured from inside. Grandpa’s farm and vacationing with my brother there gave happiness to my childhood that otherwise seems blurred, if not gone. I had been on Facebook a while when I had an invitation to play FarmVille. What great fun and now I can play a game where I can pretend to play on my Grandpa’s farm once again!

A haiku.

The view from my rear garden in spring.

A chance for some to review their knowledge of Newfoundland lingo. Here, Uncle Hiram, a lovable old timer in a small outport, tells a yarn about when he was a young fella.

This is a poem I wrote for my Dad…

Story.

A poem about me trying to be big about being lonely on a Friday night…

Poem I wrote Because I was Bored.