Welcome to the official website of author Alisha Nurse
By the age of 18 I was working almost seven days a week as a broadcast journalist, and every weekend when I left my humble home shared with my extended family, my Grampie, while tending the bicycles in his shop would say to me ‘All…
I do not recognise myself standing in the many shadows of you. You, towering, all-consuming, ever present but hidden away, in plain sight. Yet I feel you in every part of me. Trying to become me.
Someone said that grief is more or less when you have love to give to someone but they’re not there to receive it.
I looked at you and I saw Old pains, new desires and longings… Suppressed hopes and hidden dreams
It’s been a while since I posted here – this site has been under construction and it’s been taking me ages to get it sorted out. And life happened. But I’m sort of back now. Ish. I have been wanting to share this with you…
This is so funny! I had to share! —————————————————————————————————– Men have you ever encountered one of those situations where it is always your fault? Like the time you dropped that cake on the way to the wedding reception that she had just spent all day…
What a hauntingly beautiful piece x (Image by Lance Shields) Solitude By Ella Wheeler Wilcox Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own.…
