A poem — Each line grows by one letter. I, Me, Her, Girl, Alive, Unborn, A foetus, Floating, Connected, Eyes closed, Golden locks, Heart beating, Longing to be in, Her mother’s arms, Blessed with love, The miracle of life, Show your support by becoming a member via this link: Join Medium with my referral link - Ramblings Anon Read every story from Ramblings Anon (and thousands of other writers on Medium). Your membership fee directly supports…ramblingsanon.medium.com

It costs your time, money and mental health — What is the price of nursing? In terms of time, I spent 3.5 years studying to become a registered nurse. It has been 3.5 years of written assessments, group assessments, practical assessments, presentations, exams, and placements in various settings and towns. …

Potatoes, onions, and kumara galore! — This year we have been eating our way through the vegetable garden. We had some failures and some successes. I can’t wait to do it again — but better. Potatoes Our first success was that of the potatoes. We had an abundance of potatoes and are still eating them. You can’t…

A short story, written by a 5-year-old.

A Haiku Series —

A rap — Hey, I gotta say it, And I hate to be debatin’, but, lately, I’ve been thinking, how can we just keep repeating this archaic sexist bullshit? Everybody is deluded, to believe it is ok, to say who’s worthy of a pay, or of a meal, a cappuccino, a banana or…

We’ve been using vaccines for centuries, so what’s the big deal? — Let’s talk vaccines.

A haiku —

And it says you have four hours! — WARNING: This story is pointless; don’t say I didn’t warn you ❤ I know, I’m so irresponsible. But it’s only a study day, so it’s ok, right? Why am I even writing? I need to wake up in four hours! But writing is addictive, and I want to get my…