Author: macathy

This poem is about the story I wrote before ,about the Rat on my bedside table ,while in New Guinea . He sits and looks…

Theres a place that is calling and waiting for me, I can’t tell you where, and I neither can see. Its right in my mind,…

Walking along the thin path, beside my Nana’s house. A place I come to when I need to find myself and to think why I…

This is a bit of fiction i wanted to try see how it goes my first attempt ok……..be gentle………mac Tina lived on the edge of…

I wrote this in Life Stories group but thought I would post it here as it ended up a lot longer then I intended It…

Been asked to write another story about the time that I spent in New Guinea , I wondered what I could come up with .Turning…

Have you ever wondered what happens to the many people who enter Senior Chatters.The ones you get so close too,feel their sadness ,their joy, the…

Wondering through the beautiful green meadows looking up at the sky ,the white clouds floating along as if they were little ships .My mind drifts…

Oh I want to write a blog, the thought goes through my mind ,what will I write,oh and where will I post it ?What will…