I am reading to my daughter the book, Waya The Warrior Wolf, a fable written for children by Paul Rothmann. We are only on page 43, so we have 100 more pages to go. I am tempted to read it on my own. Then, I will read to her separately, as and when she’s willing…… Continue reading Power of Choice
Without a warning Worlds collide, not intending Fortuitous paths crossed Designed by the universe We agreeably assent © Anna Jailene Aguilar
That’s right, I am writing today, although the featured image doesn’t support that claim. 🙂 But, here’s how it is at the moment, as I sit at my desk. I love looking at the moon. I started writing another one of those sensual poems… Smile as if to say I am fine, delighted. Charmed Since…… Continue reading Today, I #amwriting
IN YOUR ARMS Foreign universe Your strong arms wrap around me A dream. Illusion Yet your touch, your eyes piercing Caressing. ‘Tis home She smiles as she re-reads her finished poem for the nth time. Sometimes, her muse sits next to her. Those moments please her. All she needs to do is find the image…… Continue reading In his arms – #amwriting
No honeymoon period lasts forever. I was lucky to have had more than two months of utter bliss, or blissful ignorance. I was left with my mouth hanging and eyes wide open. It was incredulous. I chatted to the affected person and we both felt discouraged. I guess we were disillusioned. I had to process…… Continue reading Have a life!
My olive skin Upon your touch may deceive But never shall it Betray me, or my feelings I blush; deep inside I crave © Anna Jailene Aguilar Source: Blush
This weekend is supposed to be perfect for writing. There are no social events and there is no renovation work since hubby is busy setting up their home automation business website. The weather is cooler, too, warning us that winter is upon us. Granted it is early days of autumn, but considering how time flies…… Continue reading Excuses and Procrastination