For anyone who hasn't read it yet and has asked for it - here is the original poem once more. It was written in much more hopeful times and it is still a reflection of my current world view. My meadow stretches out before me; long and beautiful and green. I am captivated by her … Continue reading My Meadow, Meine Wiese
Here is the long awaited sequel to My Meadow, Meine Wiese, in English and German. Safe to say, things didn't go as well as I hoped they would - and yes, it was my fault... She said what I did didn’t matter – but if it didn’t matter to her, then why has she shut … Continue reading Burning Meadow, Brennende Wiese
Sometimes a rainy day and feeling a bit down is good for something. Written the beginnings of a song - now I just need someone who can actually play the piano!
A short poem written in English and Deutsch for a lazy Sunday morning: My meadow stretches out before me; long and beautiful and green. I am captivated by her unbounded beauty, always surprised by how she makes me feel. Whenever I cast my eyes upon her, I can't help but sink further down. My heart … Continue reading My Meadow, Meine Wiese
Here is an excerpt from my new book 'The Never After' which has been released today, exclusively on Amazon. It follows the story of Felicity James, who sets out on a journey to unlock the mysteries surrounding her own life after she suffers an unimaginable tragedy. She must work together with her friends in order … Continue reading The Never After
The pain of it all could not even be imagined by the most empathetic onlooker. Who was the stranger who had cut me in half and abandoned me by the road? Every trace of her had been removed, every fibre, every atom and yet I could still feel her there - overshadowing every thought and … Continue reading Modern Poetry – The Love of a Colour
A Short Story by Marijka Bright Fadwa had accepted her fate long ago, when she had decided to put love ahead of all else. She couldn’t know however, that her fate would catch up to her so soon. She stood, surrounded by angry faces; faces of those she knew and some she didn’t. How could … Continue reading A Hibiscus Touch
by Marijka Bright A green bottle, kicked over in the rush, lay idly in the sunshine. Its contents had spilled onto the sand, grains coagulated beneath the neck of the bottle, and the moisture spread out radially from within. The sun's rays slowly began its process of evaporation and an odour of lemon and … Continue reading The Green Bottle
Here is a piece I wrote a little while back, experimenting with writing in the 2nd person. It isn't an easy thing to do, as it is not the usual perspective that is used in writing - but if done well it can be very effective. I'll let you be the judge as to whether … Continue reading Critical Mass (A story in the 2nd person perspective)
A Common Thread I cover my face from the prying eyes of the many, Shades of grey colour my view of the world, Blessed with the sight of a thousand yesterdays, We see what we want, but we observe nothing. I cover my body, fortified against the world outside, I wrap it tightly in … Continue reading Sunday Poetry – A Common Thread.