“I, the moon.” …is this a poem?

And then sometimes, once all the pieces have fallen where they may, I am left with a deep set and desperate desire to come home, To that green, green grass. To that place where mountains touch the sky, And legs disappear amidst a sea of iridescent wildflower, Toes in the brown earth, mud by the…

Remember who you are

Two weeks ago I took an impromptu vacation from my blogging commitments, because things suddenly got hot and steamy with the book I have been working on, like 15,000 words hot. I’ve been waiting on the next step in my relationship with this book for a long time, and you know what? It’s exciting, it’s…

Death of a raven

Marlyn has been my long time like-minded-fiend in the quest for expression of creativity and imagination. A brilliant mind and a brilliant artist, she gave me the eloquent and deviant theme, the death of a raven, for day twelve. Death of a raven. J R Manawa. In the sky above her the ravens gathered. Neither…

The pohutukawa trees

The topic for day five changed the direction of the initial story dramatically. The moment Alisa told me her choice of topic was Pohutukawa trees, just to get a bit of ‘Lil ole NZ‘ into my challenge, she had no idea how scene-setting it would be. To be fair, she had no idea what I…

His lifeline (I’ll miss you). Part 1

This little tale is here for you to zone out and escape while you are still digesting you Christmas meal on a hopefully relaxed boxing day afternoon! And if I haven’t said it already, Merry Christmas beautiful people! His lifeline. J R Manawa. ‘Just keep driving. Please.’ It wasn’t a request. It was simply, “do…

Regarding broken bones and comfort zones

There is actually nothing I like better than getting out of my comfort zone. Change is what grows us, stretches us, and pushes us to succeed. Without a vision, people perish. We need goals in life to live by and to move forward. These are all words I have spoken out loud to others with…

A blank page opens the mind

A blank page opens the mind. I have this statement written on the wall above my writing desk. Why? Because these words are a simple yet beautiful truth to remember every time I put my pen to paper. The truth that this blank page is a canvas waiting for a masterpiece, an empty lot waiting…

entry twenty-five. in dreams.

May the seventh was my last post here. To break the silence almost seems unholy, waking a beast that has dared to fall asleep and begin dreaming. But while we need the dreamer in all of us, we also desperately need the warrior who will stand up, take charge, and run headlong into the battle,…