Angie's Diary - Literary Magazine and Guest Blog

My friends never hear me out - I can never get people to appreciate my ideas

Dragona Locomortum! Upon the clouds she flies. Frangelic voices, scream out in praise

This House Clouds are weeping at my door, puddles tearfully trickle in moonlight falls, whisper thin.…

A kick here and there for my Mom, my daughters and me. Rivalry inscribed from birth to grave Sweet…

For those who believe and pray for help

She can smell the aroma of vanilla and see a bearded man’s pipe. . . until next Friday

Pen vs Gun They Proposed the choice Gun that fights Or Pen that writes I elected Pen, for I had the voice…

Gray Winter Season Gray is the season that withers blossoms dulled by satin frost how they sadly fall cruel…

Over the centuries, it has been a see-sawing battle between offensive and defensive technologies

Let the Wookiee Win The LA Times once published a list of the top 10 sidekicks of all time. For the record, in The…

A prose poem telling the story of a young man who grew into a monster

She stepped out of the navy winceyette elasticated knickers, that her father's girlfriend had bought her

Virginia Pothier Virginia Pothier is the co-author of The Happiness Journey and co-founder of Hapacus, an…

I was born in the County Offaly, along the River Shannon, in the year 1663

Heart Wall We walk in our garden like monks in meditation. Hearts beating together like plucked harp strings,…