Timeless pearls of wisdom about living a joyful life, how to treat other people, and eating a balanced meal. — In this article, I’m going to share five life lessons with you that I learned from my mom. Her pearls of wisdom made a difference in my life. My mom was a kind soul and a very humble person. Her passions were gardening and tending to her beloved chickens and…

A favourite South African side dish. When I mentioned the concept of banana salad to my European friends as a side dish to compliment a main meal it caused some eyebrows to twitch. “Banana salad?” someone asked hesitantly curious to learn more. …

A Free Verse Poem About a Boy and His Struggles — I am a teen boy in life’s ocean swarm, so aware of every new pimple in my face’s collection, so aware of my jowly cheeks and belly, a protruding corm, prone to jabs from the smugly ‘cool’ kids’ dissection. Happy moments — a flickering lighthouse in life’s dark, starless ocean, Happy…

Part 5: A Celebratory Poem In The Series “Unemployed, Oh No!” — This is a poem in the series “Unemployed, Oh, No!” The series details my well-being and emotions during my unemployment journey. I have learned a lot, which I will go into more detail about at the end of the poem. Should I? Should I, or shouldn’t I? Volcano questions bubbling up, glowing…

“If you can’t afford it don’t buy it.” — As a youngster, I thought my parents were financially well off as we lived well. Rich we were not, we had enough to have a pleasant life. Everything we owned was paid for in cash, except the mortgage for the small farm my parents owned. Every month they paid the…

Don’t judge a book by its tattoo cover. — A one-line poem about judging a book by its outer cover: Beefy lenient-lad covered in terrifying tattoos — a brutal baddie? A friend of mine is 6 ft 4 inches tall and a bodybuilder. He has a mix of big colorful dragon tattoos and swords on his torso and shoulders. …

An evolution of my hair — A Trinet poem. — Over the years I had a variety of hair styles. From cropped to a ponytail and everything in between. The Trinet poem below details my hair evolution.

It is ok to relax and have ‘me’ time to avoid burnout. — Your big boss appreciates workers slaving away, up to sixteen hours every day, and weekends too. Walking a time tightrope to burnout — chill chime? Working too much becomes an expectation to exploit you even more — a brisk boss spoilt. They’ll not erect a statue for you once you’ve…

Street art uplifts an urban forest and passers by: A Tanka Poem. — Dreary dour urban scene. Giant bright painted flowers — graffiti street art, arty ascension — concept uplifts humans spirits too. The “Graffiti & Street Art: April Prompt” from Mary Chang Story Writer posted at her publication Six Word Photo Story Challenge inspired me to look at street art differently and…