The Quill of Samantha Grace Newcastle

Writings that cover real people, real situations, real emotions and raw truth. Not limited to one subject or area.

  • anyone out there?

    I.In the hollow of your laughterthe walls trembled with a warmth that now shivers in the absence,each echo a splinter,each silence a weight… More.

  • 40 years ago

    Long ago on a cold February afternoon, forty years now past; he spoke her name in a promise, a loving vow wrapped in… More.

  • It works

    “Then said he to me, These waters issue out towards the east country, and go down into the desert, and go into the… More.

  • Weeping? for?

    Today, I weep,then sleep,then weep againlike that lost sock from the laundry as I sit alone; the weight of the world sits deep… More.

  • Happy Valentines day 2026

    Year number 11 is here as I cradle a card,the embossed letters,faded, empty frames without your faces,smiling ghosts,haunting my thoughts Tied by barbed… More.

  • sanctification 1

    “And such were some of you: but ye are washed, but ye are sanctified, but ye are justified in the name of the… More.

  • Beauty and pain in religion

    Religion builds hedges adorned with beauty, ornate, ceremony and pride and its rules  whisper, do or die with millions of hearts  bound in… More.

  • Dusk and Dawn

    In the silent wilderness she dances through thickets, a laugh like a song, and her nails glinting like stars painted stories and a… More.

  • Sheep Syndrome

    Do you need a break? From what? Life! Loneliness and Emptiness in life, heart and mind Texting, messaging, likes, shares, people only showing… More.

  • Certainty is this

    In the stillness before dawn my morning unfolds as I awaken wondering how many times can mercy rise insistent as the sun Then… More.

  • My son, I love you

    To Memory: Memory,you are a delicate thread, a tape-loop of laughter, hands molding clay,sticky ice cream fingers,the way he’d tilt his head,as if… More.

  • Metus impotentiae

    In the brightness of midnight,the floorboards creak as silently I hear deliberate whispers beneath my feet; a harbinger of something unseen Internal secrets,breath… More.

  • windmills and tornados

    I watched ,from the shadows of a room, her performance and dance was to die for, to believe: yet it became a feast… More.

  • the axe and the heart

    my heart is growing teeth sharp and jagged, chewing and gnawing at what was once tender and now the bitterness of years gone… More.

  • Deserving of…

    In the front yard where daisies argue with dandelions her laughter is drawing circles in the air catching the wind’s secrets and each… More.

  • Truth, Grace, not filled pews or coffers

    The authority of the messenger does not validate the message, it’s the opposite! The message validates the messenger, and no matter the person,… More.

  • Daniel, Fasting and poor Franklin

    There are many churches today participating in the current fad known as The Daniel Fast. This is a man-made so-called spiritual activity that… More.

  • delete, remove, reverse

    If you could un-invent something, what would it be? loneliness and emptiness I work and barely survive the day emotionally. I arrive back… More.

  • clutter reduction

    Where can you reduce clutter in your life? in the mind and the heart. too many things stored there. too many frustrations about… More.

  • reflections of the mirror

    In the brittle cold and loneliness of my room,I watch as night settles and the string lights are turned off as their brutal… More.

  • I hate worms

    One worm gets in an apple, not long after the worm dies and never gets to eat the entire applehowever if that apple… More.

  • oh the lilacs

    the lilacs still cling to the corners of my mind,a ghost of my lovely childhood in my grandmother’s kitchen,where laughter simmered along with… More.

  • Angel Princess

    In the beauty of another day as sunlight meets the dew on the Roses,Rachel appears in one way or another in the lives… More.

  • I am the cup

    you’ve never been thereyou’ve never held each memoryI wear my scars like scratches, scuffs, and swirling spoons striking my body ,faded edges, chipped… More.

  • What’s wrong with me

    all I wanted was a family;  a tableset for Two to Four where laughter reigned as King, and smiles and hugs were found… More.