For Sunday Confessionals

This is a poem I wrote a few years ago, but I can’t give you a favourite piece for Sunday Confessionals, because I like them in different ways. My mother-in-law had Alzheimer’s, but thankfully never forgot her children, but I know many do. Memories snatched, but music helps them remember. Thank you for givingContinue reading “For Sunday Confessionals”

It’s All Abstract

A word prompt from Dana sat on the plastic seating area, and looked at the painting, supposedly worth one million pounds. She tilted her head to the left, and to the right. There was nothing discernible between the splodges. The more she looked at it the less she understood. ‘I see you’re looking atContinue reading “It’s All Abstract”