Between My Bleeding Lines Now LIVE in Amazon!


Sharing my wonderful friend Rosema’s new book. She is a superb writer and poetess, make sure to Check out her new book, you’ll be glad you did!

A Reading Writer

BLEEDING LINES

My baby is here! Between My Bleeding Lines is now available in Amazon and Createspace! Please see the following links:

Between My Bleeding Linesis a collection of 100 free verse poems about love, loss, and finding yourself in the process.

The art of loving, the pain of losing, and the beauty of healing are shown in the book’s three chapters: For Granted, Forgotten and Forbearer.

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100 Word Wednesday:  Owning His Body #amwriting #flashfiction #100WordWednesday 


Thanks to Bikurgurl for hosting #100WordWednesdays.

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Credit:Felix Russel; Saw via UnSplash

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Images, the vines, the flowers, the tribal tattoos, marking his body their presence is defining. A farmer’s son covered his body in tattoos, to lay claim to a canvas, a territory, beneath a sunless sky. But bruises so dark, red and vivid purple used to cover his limbs, his torso, his face, and even his hands. So when he chooses bright ink, a part of him heals and the bruises fade. With each work of art he becomes stronger and he returns home, sheltered by his images. He’s happy because his body is his own and no father can abuse or mother can deny; tattoos are his stories accompanying him gently as the wheat sways in the field. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Nasty Courtyard Neighbours #amwriting #flashfiction 


Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW,

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Credit: Yarnspinner 

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Our condo building has many square courtyards that can be purchased with a high rise condo so that a family can have their own place to garden and have barbecues. Parallel to us was another courtyard, higher up, and we detested the people who used it as they were loud, obnoxious, and cooked a great deal of smelly seafood. 

You cannot exactly complain to the landlord about this, although, I tried unsuccessfully. The garbage and beer bottles they threw on our courtyard when we weren’t there proved they had to be breaking some bylaws as did their noise pollution extending beyond 10:00 p.m. 

Nevertheless, our twelve-year old daughter, Jeseme, up late on a Saturday and gabbing in the courtyard with her friend, finally had enough of these neighbours and as I am told, screamed bloody murder and more to them in a way as adults, we only wished we could have done earlier. Apparently Jeseme was so frightening the nasty neighbours sold their courtyard and a lovely retired couple purchased the ill kept space. They also have a granddaughter who is the same age as Jeseme and her and April have become fantastic friends. A win win situation from my perspective. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

Photo Challenge: Poem – Bop – “Tin Man of Dreams” #dreams #amwriting #poetry #photochallenge


Thanks to NEKNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this photo challenge. I missed this one, as is was from two weeks ago. 

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Credit: Matt Dixon

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Yesterday I heard him move, silent tin man, 

Rusted, squeaking hinges, yet light spans.

A tin man with no heart inside his chest, 

His hallow metal barrel chest detests, 

The emptiness he feels without his heart, 

A  lit heart on his head instead restarts

Tin man full of dreams, rusted metal parts.

He may feel brittle without movement, 

Stuck in a cupboard, his joints need soothing

Some oil to grease his soldier-like steps, 

To urge his metal mouth to smile more yet.

But he still sits hidden, you wouldn’t know he, 

Has never stopped lighting his space pleased

His heart is not of darkness, but sun beams, 

Edison’s gift, fairy’s magic, lights streaming

Tin man full of dreams, rusted metal parts. 

Rusted limbs matter little, but a boy, 

Loves this enchanted robot, mystic toy. 

He cleans him up, oils his joints perfectly

The robot smiles, glow growing immersed

New feelings, memories lost, but at last, 

He’s a night light, child’s toy, great love amassed. 

Tin man full of dreams, rusted metal parts. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.