original works by Christine I Steeves Speakman leaves shimmering in the sunlight like ripples in a pond – translucent butterfly…
works by Christine I Steeves Speakman How I wish you could see what I see. The scenes that go by…
works by Christine I Steeves Speakman THE RAT A terrorizing wind blew down on the deathly white figure. It lay…
Works by Christine I Steeves Speakman You can’t go leftYou can’t go rightIt doesn’t matter which one’s right or who…
works by Christine I Steeves Speakman The night air howled with the cold heartless laugh of the fierce strange…
This piece was written February 5, 2001 and yes I remember how tired I was. I’ll give the original ending…
Dear Diary, What if someone is watching me while I’m watching the outside? Can those outside see me in my…
What colour is bright?blue is the skysnow-white blinds underneathtrees shine dark green but what colour is bright I see morning…
The first thing about writing is to just get the words down on the paper or up on the screen.…
6:02 a.m. on January 5th 2002 my dream gave her first cry. Getting pregnant was not easy for me and…