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Poems

EYES WIDE OPEN

In celebration of the bright gems who live among us. ~ International Week of the Deaf, 2019 ~ Sitting on a bench,watching as the world goes past.Beautiful tranquility. Sadness, anger, and all emotions around me.I am protected in my peace. They can never touch me. Unless I raise my hands to communicate. A wonderful life, …

Poems

A forgotten People

Sing to me’, said the boy to his mother. As much as she wants to, the woman bows her head in sadness. ‘Dance’, chirped the little girl to her father. The once proud man only stood up to pray. A solemn silence after the clashing cymbals long silenced in the earth. Silent footsteps gently swirl …

Web hosting

SiteGround

I received some questions regarding the web host and application I am using to run Dream Bilum on. Thank you for asking those questions. They led me to write this little article here about SiteGround. Yes I created Dream Bilum using the available designs and templates on WordPress.org, and my choice for Webhost is SiteGround. …

Poems

The red umbrella

Under a gloomy sky a red umbrella in a crowded street Two dusty green boots, and a pink bow an old, brown coat on the small child. Curly hair above a button nose Two chubby hands around the umbrella stick. No rain or scorching sun only a gloomy day, and a red umbrella. The red …

Short stories

The box beneath my bed

Warm sunshine spread softly across her eyelids making the little girl open her eyes slowly with a tired sigh. She had been waking up feeling tired like this for the last two weeks. She lay in bed and wriggled her toes in her soft, fluffy, pink socks beneath her Rainbow-unicorn quilt. She could hear the …

Short stories

The Canoe and the moon

In the middle of the night, when the late owl flew across the velvet skies, I took my paddle and pushed the little canoe out on to the cool night waves. My paddling wasn’t very good but I knew a bit or two about how to keep the canoe upright. The moon’s silvery light glazed …

Short stories

The ‘Blue’

You told me to climb up the mountain, pass through the cold of the mist and touch the sky because my mind was getting weary from what my eyes saw around me. Anything my hand touched took life and became like a startled spider, crawling away into the darkest corners of the ceiling of your …