Who Am I? Originally posted on  http://thereporterandthegirl.com/2015/08/21/who-am-i/ This post has found its way onto ' Brilliant Blog Share' for the uncompromising and rawness of its words. Clearly there are contradictions and inconsistencies within, but that only goes to highlighting the emotional anguish portrayed by the writer.   Dear readers, I want to introduce this anonymous submission from a friend of mine. He broke up with his girlfriend of two years, a couple months ago. And on my suggestion, wrote a piece today about his feelings. Please show him your support! @ReporterandGirl  or  Facebook  or  G+ . What kind of fucked up, dark, twisted question is that? What does that even mean? I’m asking, seriously. What defines someone? Our actions? Thoughts? Beliefs? What I do when no one is around? Or better yet, what I do when everyone is around? When you break up with someone, there’s this pressure to reinvent yourself. To find out who...

This was first posted by   http://yourartsygirl.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/mango-man.html I liked it so much I thought it suitable to re-post here, I hope you agree. I remembered the vendor  who pushed his squeaky cart  of sweet corn, sugarcane,  and mangos in the sweltering afternoons,  through residential subdivisions of my past.  And as a child chased him down,  with my only peso in hand, anxious to fulfill  that nameless need in my early dawn.  Just as if the sky turned the colors  of burnt orange and the world smelled  of incense and my grandmother's coconut oil,  I walked this path before with many faces.  Thus, I returned here with the same perplexities—  gastric questions that bubble inside,  back pains of my former loss.  My mother will one day look on smiling,  finally at rest in her hammock  contented for once about the heat,  as I will h...

Originally POSTED ON  JUNE 3, 2015   BY  AMANDALYLE1986 Read the ORIGINAL post https://insidethelifeofmoi.wordpress.com/2015/06/03/a-letter-to-my-father/ I have included this post on Brilliant Blog share because it ENCOMPASSES everything that this blog has set out to discover, basically the most exceptional blog posts around and this post IS exceptional. 229 Dear Dad, It’s hard to believe it’s been five years since I said goodbye. The absence in my heart still yearns louder than ever. A missing piece, forever lost and irreplaceable. All that remains are memories, ever-fading and ragged around the edges. I grasp onto them with all my might, trying to savour each one, but as time trickles by like sand in an hourglass, so do the memories I have of you. Five years on, I still find it hard to look at old photographs without feeling overwhelmed by sadness. I tread cautiously through a minefield of memories in fear of setting off an explosion o...

A short story by Elizabeth Newton  Originaly published on http://elizabethnnewton.com/2015/07/01/the-vineyard/ Elizabeth Newton has (so far), published two amazing books. 'Riddle' a twisted and interwoven story about murder, betrayal and revenge in a small town. The second is ' View from the Sixth Floor: An Oswald Tale'  which is a story of “what-if's?" What if the assassination of President John F. Kennedy on November 22, 1963 was a conspiracy? What if accused assassin Lee Harvey Oswald was innocent? What if....Below is one of Elisabeth's short stories, it may just give you reason to take a look at her books.  The Vineyard   My family has been producing one of the finest wines from the Carmargue region for several generations. Although we are a very small vineyard many have said our grapes are the sweetest and our wine has an indefinable “something”. Of course the distinctive color known as “grey of grey” contributes to the uniqueness of...

Normally I give a brief introduction the the posts I share on this blog. This one however is so captivating from the moment you start reading that an introduction would be a total waste This was first posted on April 14, 2015 by Author and Speaker Pamela Foster. pamelafosterspeakerwriter.wordpress.com Y esterday I checked Jack into a nursing home. For the first time in the twenty-five years, I cannot care for him and keep him safe. Through all of our adventures together – scuba diving, backpack travel around Asia, dragging a trailer the length of Mexico and parking it under a grass-roofed palapa on the beach, moving to the Republic of Panama with two giant service dogs strapped to our wrists, riding out a hurricane in a cement block room in the Yucatan – through it all, Jack has bulled and laughed and maneuvered his way through some damn tough spots. This time is different. He can no longer bull his way past the effects of the stroke he had four yea...

Every now and then a certain blog catches my eye, like this one INNOCENT THOUGHTS OF A GUILTY MAN written by David Anthony  http://davidanthony31.blogspot.co.uk/2015_06_01_archive.html As I read this I found I liked the narrative-cum-prose as I found it as enchanting as the story itself. It is for that reason I have re-blogged it here on BRILLIANT BLOG SHARE. So please feel free to post this onto your own contacts and spread the love! When she left me, she left me with this memory book A collection of happiness clothed in love I torture myself, and peek at how the memories look, She said she made it for me, for me to remember us. It sits in the bottom of my closet, All covered in dirt and clothes, And I wish that I could simply disregard it A simple task it should be, I know. And yet it stays, in the corner of dark places The picture of it reminds me of an Edgar Allen Poe Poem it was like her "Tell Tale Heart" was in the pages And I cou...

As you will no doubt see by the few posts on this blog (and the fact that there are far between) is because I am keeping the standards here very strict. Only those blogs which I find exceptional will appear here. I have known 'Rusty Rimes' as an internet 'friend' for some time. So it is with much pleasure I am posting this one today. I hope you enjoy watching and listening to Rusty's wonderful poem as much as I. You can 'follow' Rusty Rimes' on you tube http://www.youtube.com/channel/UCC7V50kyG75PNtzIgVji7TA