The Attic of Unfinished Writing


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“Whisper to me wind the secrets of the river,

Tell me ancient tales sure to make me shiver.

Of long ago days when these woods were young.

When stories were written and recited and sung.”

That passage is only one of many pieces of creative writing that have been relegated to my metaphoric Attic of Unfinished Writing. The place where all my unfinished ideas, stories, poems, etc. go to live, hoping for the day I will rediscover and finish them. The stanza just came to me during a visit to the Rachel Carson National Wildlife Refuge in Wells, Maine, where I was captivated by the endless forest you could see in some spots. The cadence and the rhythm of the lines was something completely different from anything else I had ever written before and it excited me greatly. I put it into my phone, so I wouldn’t forget it, and…

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Guest in Jest #9 Jessica Bakkers


A real treat! 2 of my favorite bloggers in one post! Linda at https://mainepaperpusher.wordpress.com/has a blog that features an amusing story by a guest Author.  They are always wonderful posts, so be sure to have a look around at her blog while you are visiting!  You also get the added treat of https://jessicabakkers.com/ her sense of humor is amazing and I know you will love this piece.  Please be sure to spend some time at her blog as well.  You won’t be disappointed!  🙂

Everyone Else Has the Best Titles

G’day, I’m Jess from Down Under and I decided to write this whole post in ‘Strayan (that’s Australian).

Youse blokes reckon we speak English down here but you’ve got the wrong end of the stick, mate. Down under we speak ‘Strayan. When the pommes and yanks come over for holidays they look at us like we’re batshit crazy when we open our mouths. Probably because they only understand one word in ten but also because we let rip with a few ‘bloody oaths’… and worse! See, swearing down under isn’t quite the nasty it is overseas. Two mates will often refer to one another affectionately as “Aw, you sick c**t”. And if we’re unsure of something, we quite happily proclaim “Buggered if I know!” Even when we’re trying to be polite, swearing just pops into the Aussie drawl… “I’m busy as a blue-arsed fly today.”

But, no worries mate, we…

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Dust If You Must


Wise words!

Waggy Tales

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Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better

To paint a picture, or write a letter,

Bake a cake, or plant a seed;

Ponder the difference between want and need?

Dust if you must, but there’s not much time,

With rivers to swim, and mountains to climb;

Music to hear, and books to read;

Friends to cherish, and life to lead.

Dust if you must, but the world’s out there

With the sun in your eyes, and the wind in your hair;

A flutter of snow, a shower of rain,

This day will not come around again.

Dust if you must, but bear in mind,

Old age will come and it’s not kind.

And when you go (and go you must)

You, yourself, will make more dust.

By Rose Milligan

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This is my favourite poem, introduced to me by my grandma many years ago. In my youthful naivety, I…

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