To commemorate a start of this blog I’ve opened it with a fresh poem written directly on the Create a New Post page. Uploaded some pictures – and voila! An intro to an entire Corpus was born. From time to time I will publish some of my older poems (sometimes I may surprise you with a short story) so as to keep the blog going. But whenever Unicorn shines his rainbow upon me, I shall respect his wishes and add to the Wings Corpus.

A writer can’t do much without his/her fans, so to speak. I chose this platform to share my poems with the world.

Feel free to comment and share,

like and don’t care,

smile and be mad…

But do read. — there, a small poem for You. 😉

Artists are a special bunch of people who have something others don’t.
That something is called a Mechanism of Creation.

Now, everyone is able to create something. The mechanism I mentioned is a vast network of interconnected elements: thoughts, dreams, experiences (life and reading), imagination, and that little thing called “something”. And in the middle of all of that is a Spark.

No, not the imagination one! Spark of Creativity!

That means:

  1. it’s creative (duh);
  2. it’s created;
  3. it’s alive.

The third one is the most important feature. It means it is susceptible to change. And so It does. So many, many times… until finally It is taken from the center, pushed through the smallest of particles of writer’s soul, concentrating into one tiny dot which that expands into a line, a light, a bolt, a rush through the body… and BAM!… Well actually, it isn’t a “bam” (unless you are a very loud writer), it’s more of a click-clack sound, or if you are old-timey it’s a pshh-hshh-kshh sound. Who know what kind of sound other artist make! Well, they do, they know, ask them.
This Mechanism can be used to explain how all artists work. And that is why we are such a weird bunch, we are not human!

No, of course we are. This is just one of the ways I like to explain how I experience the sensations that happen while I’m coming up with something and writing stuff.

Recent Posts

Hide and seek

Hello everyone-who-reads-this,

Since today is poetry day, I thought it was an amazing opportunity for me to publish a poem I have written a few months ago. I believe the best poetry is one which is stored for a while. Like a good wine. 😊

I hope you enjoyed some wonderful poetry today. Cheers!

Mary Matshine



Photo by Rodolfo Marques on Unsplash.


Under the mind’s dome, a spark tickles.
Heavy heaviness blunts the brunt
under the chest. Dark.
Playing hide and seek
the poem and me.

Sleeping doesn’t help, much less reality,
the middle insults with perfidious vicinity.
Dreamknitter asleep.
Playing hide and seek
the poem and me.

Crumpled thoughts,
the spark flickers then changes its mind.
Playing hide and seek
the poem and me.

Sometimes in the bottom of the night I find a word —
a particle of spark. It leaves a trail behind.
A hunter on the unspoken; on a hidden thing
I run, rush, dash, writhe;
eyelids in pain from keeping them closed;
hands cold from motionless joints.
No turnover.
We are just playing,
The poem and me.

  1. Lightlined — Part 2 Leave a reply
  2. Lightlined — Part 1 1 Reply
  3. Fiftieth Birthday 2 Replies
  4. Another Project! Leave a reply
  5. Experience of an inexperienced twitterer Leave a reply
  6. Mind-o-scopic Leave a reply
  7. Doctor’s office Leave a reply
  8. The Mechanism of Creation Leave a reply
  9. THREE Leave a reply