I write these nonsensical words.
Hoping that out of the quagmire
Comes gold.

As I scribe, the words loom larger
Hovering over the page. Loose.
Swimming.

They move around by unseen hands.
Making new sentences. Reborn
as prose.

“But this isn’t what I wanted!”
I think to myself, frustrated.
Full stop.

I scramble to make sense of it.
Like a jigsaw, I place words piece
by piece.

Slowly, slowly, the writing creeps.
Finally filling up the page.
I’m done.

— ~ —

The reader sighs – sympathising,
Relating, delighting, wrangling.
Enthralled.

Ne’er do they suspect the battle
Between the writer and the words
The end.

By Sarah ©2019

#NaPoWriMo, 2019 – Day 21

In South Africa, every year in May the non-profit organisation called Reach for A Dream organizes a slipper day to rise awareness and realize dreams of children aged between 3 to 18 years old who are fighting life threatening illnesses. This day was unfamiliar to me ( I have only been living in South Africa for few years now) until I met some amazing souls.

One of my goal at the beginning of the year was to be part of something which was going to be bigger than me, something which will make a difference in people’s lives. After joining the Soul Spark Movement which is a movement started by Kovini Moodley, the first initiative was to create awareness for this amazing organization. After doing my research, I realized how many dreams they have realized, how many kids saw their dreams come true through Reach for A Dream.

We believe…

I’m tempted to think of the third instalment of Ali Smith’s seasonal quartet as a literary sucker punch. But that does the book a disservice, as it’s so much more than a simple wake up call to the damage and division caused by hate speech and our failure to genuinely connect in the age of social media.

Surely, however, this is the angriest and most bitter of Smith’s works to date, with its attack on the dehumanising apparatus of Britain’s immigration service: the UK Immigration Removal Centres, in which detainees are reduced to ‘deets’ – stripped of all rights and dignity. And, importantly, Spring is also an exercise in how that process  transforms the people who work in such places into machines. And how, in fact, we are all in some way contaminated by that system; by the fact that we live in a society which allows it to happen…

I often enjoy writing about fortuitous moments in life where everything aligns to create a happy happenstance. This week has been no different…

It’s finally here! My book of short stories, A Walk In The Woods, is available to buy today! Thank you to all of you who have pre-ordered the book. I hope you enjoy it. If you haven’t, why haven’t you?! You can order it through Amazon worldwide. Here’s the blurb to entice you…

An
autumnal stroll through the woods, colourful leaves crunching underfoot, the
air fresh on the face, laughter and lightness portraying a happy mother and
daughter scene. But something isn’t right…

A
young boy who thought he knew his parents finds out that he doesn’t know them
at all.

Have
you ever wondered what it would be like to die and then to look down upon
yourself?

These are just a few of the scenes and scenarios found in A Walk In The Woods and other short stories. There are stories to make you smile, tales…

We –
stand here, helpless,
see him trapped between earth and sky
where we cannot follow –

You –
knew the God in the human,
loved with caress and kiss,
(which is simple, though never easy)
understood, through the bright wreath of pain,
who God was, who he was –

He –
loved to the end and always,
you, me;
saw the only way; told us:
from that hour –

I –
who am I, without him?
Who knows, if not you?

Thank you Tony for the opportunity to showcase your book on my blog today. I know you shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover but it’s intriguing:

Synopsis:

Alice Parker moves with her Dad and younger sister to the sleepy town of Pacific Grove, to a start a new life after her Mom dies. Little does Alice know the strange and terrifying events to come. When she falls into the bay during a kayaking trip, she is rescued from downing by the mysterious Henry Raphael. Handsome, old fashioned and cordial, he is unlike any other guy she has known before. Intelligent and romantic, he sees straight into her soul. Soon Alice and Henry are swept up in a passionate and decidedly unorthodox romance until she finds out that Henry drowned in the bay 100 years ago. . .

Interview With The Author Tony Lee Moral

Is there anything you can…