Belgrave Lake Park Playgroup

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These are my first thoughts about my experience in the 1980s being one of the founding members of an extraordinary community playgroup: One day in 2007 on my way to work, I noticed a giant billboard on Park Drive in … Continue reading

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DOT, DOT, DOT … 4 days to release

Dot Dot Dot … is almost here!


January 31st, 2018 marks the release date for my latest book (number eleven). More than a year in the making (I know you are happy to wait as long as the end product is as good as it can be). Good erotic prose is difficult to achieve, so a lot of work went into making the stories about real people having meaningful encounters. This book includes two novellas (actually one novella and a novelette). Read all about it sees a newspaper columnist fall in love with a mysterious widow. His life will never be the same after he meets her at a glitzy reception — not his normal habitat. Will he make it out with his sanity intact? Unexpected sees a mature woman reaching for her chance at happiness. Her life had been comfortable and devoid of passion. Now, she must choose — a life of privilege or an adventure. Her lover shows her…

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All You Need To Know — araneus1 ARTIST/PHOTOGRAPHER: Louis Treserras ~ Model: “Lauralou Abattu”

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Seeking Connection

What is connection?



One of the joys of Spiritualism in general and Mediumship in particular, is the feeling of being connected. All humans crave it to some degree on the Earth plane and those of us who are lucky enough to have ‘woken up’ have the extra connection associated with Spirit.

When I speak to my fellow Circle members I get the sense that each of them experiences this in their own unique way.

My wife seems to have an ongoing conversation with her guides and family members who have passed over. I hesitate to use the word ‘easy’, but it does seem that way to me.

My Mediumship ability has gotten steadily stronger over the past few years, but my sense of any form of direct connection is just that, ‘a sense’. Nothing concrete and few episodes where I have been able to initiate a conversation. I have to say that I…

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On the Bridge at Midnight.

Some nostalgic and tender words from my gifted man.
So romantic! Thank you xxx💗🌈



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This story is now part of TRUST and SLIGHTLY SPOOKY STORIES.

I looked for you last night, on the bridge, but I got distracted.

There was a carnival and a huge old carousel.

Something told me that you too had been attracted to the sight and sounds.

I stood by the carousel and watched it whirling by. It was moving too fast for me to be able to recognise the faces of everyone on board, so I had to wait for it to complete another circuit, then another, and another.

I stood and watched, each time expecting to see your laughing face because, of course, you would be laughing.

I waited for the longest time and eventually the carousel began to slow.

Ever so slowly it came to a halt and the happy throng disembarked, but you were not among them.

Maybe you had gotten off on the other side?…

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This story is now part of a Novella called THE LONG WEEKEND: A Sam and Scarlett Mystery.

You can find it here and there are links to where you can purchase the book. I need your support, so please consider passing up your next cup of coffee and buying my novella instead. Thank you.

Terry R Barca


When he first met Scarlett he had been dragged along to a fundraiser by friends who thought he should get away from his typewriter and meet a few people who weren’t fictional and likely to shoot, stab or generally maim anyone.


He enjoyed getting dressed up but on that particular evening he was there because he could not come up with an excuse quickly enough to get out of it.


In the past, these occasions had worn a bit thin.


The women were usually beautiful, well dressed and vacuous.


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The Search Begins



I loved her the first time I saw her, and that’s all you need to know.

She had hair the colour of rich Belgian chocolate, and recently cut it shorter but would grow it longer again, just for me. A short stay in hospital had left her looking a little pale, and her lack of makeup was not disguising her beautiful complexion. She smiled at me and spoke enthusiastically about different coloured foods. She didn’t see me, not really, and I was determined to change that. Nothing was more important in my life. She was wearing an exquisite gown that showed the curves of her petite body to perfection. She left early with her friends, and I sat in a daze, wondering what had just happened.

It was Scarlett Holmyard who triggered my fitful imagination. It was Scarlett Holmyard who gave my life meaning when things were at their darkest.

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