I write because I read. I read because I write.
Among the several authors I admire, I have two who have never failed to stir something inside me whenever I read their work. They are Mitch Albom, author of Tuesdays with Morrie, and Maya Angelou, the poetess and writer behind I Know Why the Caged Birds Sings. Mitch Albom and Maya Angelou The Artsy Reader’s… Continue reading Questions for my favorite authors
Where is my home? Outside, the evening snake is lit, on right it's filled with patches of white, on left it's a strawberry jam of red. Wait, perhaps, it's not a snake, it is but, a curved paved skin of earth, where tiny, tiny, earthlings who think they own the world, are scrambling inside their… Continue reading evening snake
I still remember: the gentle rush of the calm yet humming cerulean ocean as it hugs the waiting sun-bathed sand and silent shells ashore; the sweet whisper of the whistling wind as it combs the golden grass strands who always beg for more; and then the loud yet soothing klee-ew sounds of the winged gulls… Continue reading Summer Choir
Why does mind remembers mem'ries that never happen? Why do ears relishes words that was never said? And why does heart reminisces the love it has never felt? — 03.15.2016 ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash
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