AUTHOR – Donna shares her love for the Divine and the world.
Recently, I have been working on updating and republishing all my nonfiction books. They are:
All my books on Amazon AUS Continue reading “Nonfiction Books”
The inspiration for this poem came, a few days ago, after watching The Bookshop. I was reminded of how vicious people can be when they feel that someone is stopping them from getting something they want. Florence “had a kind heart, though that is not of much use when it comes to the matter of self-preservation.” Indeed, her kind heart seemed to be of no use at all when faced with Mrs. Gamart who was as vicious as she was manipulative and powerful. Eventually, courage wins the day, although, not in the way that was first hoped.
Play your cards.
Leave no trace.
Pick a time.
Pick a place.
Keep your fire
smouldering low
until you strike
a cruel blow.
Guide the gullible.
Keep them blind.
Trick the trusting.
Destroy the kind.
Vicious, vicious.
You cannot win.
For life supports not
the treachery within.
Courage, courage.
Get up, get up.
I will help you.
Drink from the grace-cup.
Muddled mind,
the waters will clear.
And you will see
the savage dears.
Kind, kind.
Do not despair.
I hear and heed
your caring prayer.
Beautiful things come together one stitch at a time.
Chapter 37: Decorating Skeletons
Amira was walking along the main street of Waldmeer, greeting the locals, and looking into the shop windows to see if any of the familiar places had changed. It was her first visit back since moving to Darnall. “Hello,” said a lady outside the Op Shop. Amira didn’t recognise the woman but, on closer inspection, realised it was Amelia.
“You look so different,” said Amira. Continue reading “Circles of Separation: Make-Overs and Move-Ons”
The Dream Maker is here by consent of every person who ever came here.
Chapter 15: Scammers and Scanners
“When you enter the Outer Circle,” said Lan-Lan to Vera, “the most pressing problem is recall. On moving into its atmosphere, you will forget who you are and why you are there.”
“If I cannot remember who I am, I will be very vulnerable,” said Vera as she backed away from the entrance at the top of Long Hill. Continue reading “Circles of Separation: Outer Circle”
Today, I will be happy.
Today, I will look up.
I will see the sunshine, the rain, the sky.
Vast. Giving. Forgiving.
Today, I will be happy.
Today, I will see.
I will see you. You who changes clothes, changes colour,
changes history, and changes destiny.
Today, I will be happy.
Today, I will remember the hurt and forget the pain.
Those long-loved; loved still.
Those now-loved; we’re blessed.
Today, I will be happy.
Maybe, I wasn’t happy yesterday.
Maybe, I won’t be happy tomorrow.
But today, today, I will be happy.
One of the wonderful things about writing fiction is that we have complete freedom to be as honest and blunt as we feel is necessary to get across an idea. The reader never knows which bits of a story are fictitious and which are true. There is an immunity to story writing which nonfiction does not have. The latter can, generally, not maintain the same sort of freedom due to concerns of hurting others or defamation lawsuits. Continue reading “Together: Writing as Co-Creation”
HOPE
Chapter 44: Opportunity
Teresa had eight, big bags lined up. They were full of her rich-clothes from the years with Arthur. Two by two, she took the bags down the stairs, past her own bookshop, to the Op Shop a few doors away. When the shop assistant started unpacking them and saw the expensive brand names, she looked at Teresa enquiringly. Continue reading “Together: Hope / Peace”
