Posts by Barbara Mulvey-Welsh
Working on a business plan for my writing.
Time to have a real
Working on a business plan for my writing. Time to have a real solid plan and stop the whole seat of the pants approach. Im also going to push my fi...
Working on a business plan for my writing. Time to have a real solid plan and stop the whole seat of the pants approach. Im also going to push my fi...
I am a weed
I have no fancy pedigree
No bloom named for a
I am a weed I have no fancy pedigree No bloom named for a queen I dont dress in Sunday’s best I don’t attend romance or sympathy I have no comp...
I am a weed I have no fancy pedigree No bloom named for a queen I dont dress in Sunday’s best I don’t attend romance or sympathy I have no comp...
Peace
Peace exists unto itself. It is a state of being, of
Peace Peace exists unto itself. It is a state of being, of grace. The potential of peace lives in us all. Our greatest strength and yet we allow it ...
Peace Peace exists unto itself. It is a state of being, of grace. The potential of peace lives in us all. Our greatest strength and yet we allow it ...
Dreams
Live in everyone, clichéd and trite, yet also true.
Dreams Live in everyone, clichéd and trite, yet also true. Our hearts delight revealed therein. The brave give chase. Dreams harnessed they ride ...
Dreams Live in everyone, clichéd and trite, yet also true. Our hearts delight revealed therein. The brave give chase. Dreams harnessed they ride ...
Rain
Softly falling against the windshield. I watch a single
Rain Softly falling against the windshield. I watch a single drop meander down the edge. Its path guided by the wind. The wipers relentless in their ...
Rain Softly falling against the windshield. I watch a single drop meander down the edge. Its path guided by the wind. The wipers relentless in their ...
Theres something about the city that sings to me. Theres a pulse,
Theres something about the city that sings to me. Theres a pulse, an electricity. An urban magic that animates my soul. It is a rhythm that thrums alo...
Theres something about the city that sings to me. Theres a pulse, an electricity. An urban magic that animates my soul. It is a rhythm that thrums alo...
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