SHORT STORIES
23 December 2024
She couldn’t gauge his mood from the set of his shoulders. He hadn’t said much since it happened. The quiet seriousness of his demeanour when he […]
Glenda 23 December 202424 December 2021
She couldn’t gauge his mood from the set of his shoulders. He hadn’t said much since it happened. The quiet seriousness of his demeanour when he […]
Glenda 24 December 202122 September 2021
A while back I joined a group called Globe Soup. The name alone intrigues, but it is a group that offers a forum for writers and […]
Glenda 22 September 2021
Ideas, hopes, dreams. I write, I paint, I love the bush and walking on the beach.
Glenda Warburton
Author – Freelance Writer – Artist
POEMS
4 February 2020
When I am alone Drowning in sadness The music of unrequited love Throbbing through my mind There is One whose arms fold gently around When fear […]
Glenda 4 February 202013 October 2016
The Morning Wind An errant breeze ruffled curtains A glimpse of indigo sky The morning star proudly incandescent There’s a whispering in the cane […]
Glenda 13 October 201628 January 2015
MY THOUGHTS
2 August 2025
I can’t see it, I can’t hear it, but it’s there, ominously grunting with each thrust against the innocence of the child who can’t fight back, […]
Glenda 2 August 20251 August 2025
“Education was viewed as a part of the overall apartheid system including ‘homelands’, urban restrictions, pass laws and job reservation. This role was one of labourer, […]
Glenda 1 August 202524 July 2025
The video looped on and on. I couldn’t stop watching. I couldn’t react. A shattered street littered with bricks and debris, no discernible buildings, no adults, […]
Glenda 24 July 2025