Bugsy Watts

Joined July 2018

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Got bit by the writing bug.

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Runner-Up in From Across the Room Challenge

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1st Appointment
I sat in front of her for the first time, nervous, embarrassed, with a small flicker of hope still left in my sullen eyes. Each time I landed in this spot was different. I had a different motivation, or excuse, a possible dismissal sitting in my arsenal for anyone who wondered why.
By Bugsy Watts2 years ago in Psyche
I Know I'm Meant for Motherhood
Uncertainty has seeped in my bones on many a mighty moment. When my outward actions fail to quell the inner unease, the sweeping reaction of needing to move past beginner jitters
By Bugsy Watts2 years ago in Poets
Beach Day
The rushing filled my ears as we tiptoed over branches, the fine sand trickling between our toes. The movement was constant, reassuring.
By Bugsy Watts2 years ago in Poets
Birkenstocks and Socks
I take the first sip of wine then once to my humble dismay, I find loose-tongued musings meet the ears of friends at bay.
By Bugsy Watts2 years ago in Poets
Calm
The whirlwind of change struck again, this time, taking my concentration. On other days it borrowed my time, tomorrow perhaps my energy.
By Bugsy Watts3 years ago in Poets
Scrumdiddlyumptious Toffee Cookies
It’s the time of year when, if you live in Canada, the scarves are wrapped tighter, the beanies are dug out of the back of the closet, and I try to determine how many layers is too many layers (the answer is still unclear, but three seems decent).
By Bugsy Watts3 years ago in Feast
The Path
Holding steadfast to the Path though my body craves a wandering. If I veer in this direction I may find myself lost on an empty dirt road,
By Bugsy Watts3 years ago in Poets
Capture
When flooded with colour I duck behind a lens. One eye open, frame it now, focus. The tantalizing visual of sunset across the water,
By Bugsy Watts3 years ago in Poets
The Chaos of Time
I was busy once At a time when my still developing brain couldn't handle busyness. I remember the feeling of time being robbed from me
By Bugsy Watts3 years ago in Poets
Winter White
Painted scene on my eyelids, all blended together White. Bundled in a parka, hat, and gloves, boots to tread along.
By Bugsy Watts3 years ago in Poets
The Bouquet
The day I was born, a gift sat on my bedside table. A beautiful bouquet of flowers, real or imagined… I’m not quite sure.
By Bugsy Watts4 years ago in Poets
The Suitcase
I pondered as I always did on the 'used to' people who lived here once. The dusty, dirt-laden suitcase belonged to a man.
By Bugsy Watts4 years ago in Poets