Negomi Oak Rhetts

Joined March 2021

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Short Stories, Poems & Articles

Author of 'Wild Sanctuary' and 'Weaving Roots', two books of free-verse poetry

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Return of the Night Owl
Keon looked out hopefully across the hazy field, scanning the low sky for signs of flight. The sun was starting to dip below the trees on the ridged hill in front of him, making long shadows of the barley growing to his hips.
By Negomi Oak Rhetts4 months ago in Fiction
Life Unleashed
I’ve never had a dog. Our family pets were either cats or the occasional wild mouse cheeky enough to find their way through the floorboards.
By Negomi Oak Rhetts4 months ago in Petlife
Sleep Resolution
As December 31st rolls around, and as the first light of January 1st creeps in through our windows to dance over the mess of party remains, we can get caught up in the excitement of a new year, and especially our new year’s resolutions.
By Negomi Oak Rhetts4 months ago in Motivation
Selkie
Of all the English isle folktales my favourite has always been the Selkie. The mystic, shape-shifting creatures who come ashore to shed their skins and take human form as beautiful women.
By Negomi Oak Rhetts6 months ago in Fiction
Word.
I write poetry. I write poetry for the unsung voice. I write poetry to lift and to ground. I write poetry to light the fire inside, to regain personal-powers, and to remember how wonderful being a conscious human really is.
By Negomi Oak Rhetts12 months ago in Humans
Wave Makers - Wave Changers
I collect rain, feed it back to the soil. I collect rubbish, recycle it anew. I collect knowledge, to understand our home.
By Negomi Oak Rhettsabout a year ago in Poets
The Vision
The vision had started again. Rough wooden planks. Flapping sails, slapping against the wind. The sense that the surface below her was not solid, not air, but something in between. Something she knew all too well.
By Negomi Oak Rhettsabout a year ago in Futurism
Bless My Heart & Bless Yours Too, Brittany Howard
As the southern twang of guitar strings met my ears for the first time, I knew I'd stumbled upon something great. Howard's voice blessed me, just for listening, and her soft-spice tones combined with don't f*** with me energy, created a spark that couldn't help but be lit.
By Negomi Oak Rhettsabout a year ago in Beat
In our bellies
We walk with fire in our bellies, love in our minds, and drums in our hearts. We are strong beyond the might of arms. We are on our way.
By Negomi Oak Rhettsabout a year ago in Poets
Lost Gardens
A chain of dirty grey smoke drifted silently across the skyline, two scruffy pigeons landed clumsily on a rooftop and started pecking the moss-covered tiles for unsuspecting bugs, fine food for a peasant’s alfresco meal.
By Negomi Oak Rhettsabout a year ago in Motivation
Down The Middle
Spills out, on the cold floor tilling, your life, from a bag, split down the middle. Like your head, When you left,
By Negomi Oak Rhettsabout a year ago in Poets