Author Emma Malia
Octember 36th I sat beneath the Storytelling Tree. I sat beneath the Storytelling Tree looking up into its branches, craning my neck backwards to follow them as far as I could with my eyes without moving the rest of me…. Continue Reading →
Street Snippets – 2020 November – Emma Malia “Do what you have to do,” she said I have to walk down the street with the red buildingsFive windows, six windows, five windows high I have to walk past the church… Continue Reading →
“I can’t believe she told me that!”I wonder if that’s what’s going through people’s minds, if that’s what they’re thinking on the rare occasions when I share such things?That’s why I keep them to myself most of the time, these… Continue Reading →
“At one time, there was a defiant little girl, standing in front of the bull, like this…”Hands on hipsChest puffed outShe stood tall “At one time, there was a defiant little girl, standing in front of the bull, like this…”She… Continue Reading →