A ghost from the past! January 6, 2013. Middot; by irene lefort. Since the year is only 6 days old, I wish all readers of this post a Happy New Year. May 2013 be a blessed, healthy, and happy one for you. Just in case you have been wondering what happened to me, here is a quick update. Good news is I am still alive. Oh where, oh where is Irene? April 10, 2012. Middot; by irene lefort.

Thoughts about books, information, libraries and related matters, with an Accra focus. Accra Book Club reads for 2014 and looking forward to 2015. A recap of the books Accra Book Club read and discussed during 2014. I did eventually watch the film on DSTV.

Welcome to Cape Ann MA, another little seaport town. Here, carol and her assistant, Artmuse Dog integrate creativity and the spirit through Photography, Haiku and a bit of Art as seen through the eyes of an artist soul Namaste. Through the Lens Week 58. The internet could be a very positive step towards education,. Organization and participation in a meaningful society.

You crowned me with floral petals. You are my dear son. But not a slave to sit at my door steps. On February 20, 2015 in Uncategorized. Your fate than you know. You know pretty well where your step takes you. On February 15, 2015 in Uncategorized. Not a blink of an eye.

Sunday, February 8, 2015. Awkward conversations about unknown blood relatives. Names of mutual acquintances get tossed around to fill the silences. Trips to ancestral villages can be any of those things. However they turn out to be- they eventually become unforgettable memories! A quiant little village, 12 kms from the small town called Mayavaram, this Keeranur is one of the many Keeranurs of Tamil Nadu. The day we were vising the village, there w.

Home of a genre fiction writer. A melting pot for Future Noir, Cyberpunk, Sci-fi, Fantasy and writing from dark, strange corners of the imagination. She is Chu-Hua, Princess of the Chrysanthemum Mechanique, most skilled Nanoweaver of the realm. It never occurs to her that anyone would dare try. Mired in complacency, her mind fails to process the tell-tales. Their first move is to hack the guardian softwar.

Since school years, I used to enjoy the literature classes, be it English or my native language, especially the ones on poems. Gosh, he is the best. Only he, can say it all! If only he has lived longer! Are my colle.

A Candid Manifestation Devoid Of The Shell. Published May 2, 2013. Poems should be fly traps. Ready to drown the reader. With the beauty, charm and depth. Of the message being conveyed. Dressed up in attractive lines. Published March 14, 2013. It had been a phase of literary senility may be. Long days of abstinence, though not intentional. Busy schedules, lack of time to focus. All led to resort only to easy access media.

The more I thought about it, the hotter the sun grew. I was on leave and had to make a quick dash into town before settling for a relaxing week in bed. A salesman clutching a battery-operated stereo sang along to a tape he was playing. Does anyone still buy audio cassettes? After him, a drug peddler. So I plopped myself in the front.