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When You Became the Sun
I promised this virtual space of mine that I’d sprinkle some heart into it, and so grows this poem: planted from a memory, watered with love. I felt this introduction necessary because I am well aware that grief is an… Continue reading
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An Audience With My Writerly Self
Hello Writerly Me, It’s good to see you! Thanks for coming, by the way. No one else will be attending the party, sadly. Some were too shy to come. The rest: burning the candle at both ends, they said. Too… Continue reading
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The Gift of Bother
Last week I was car-less. Imagine. A young Mum with things to do. Places to go. Objects to move from one place to another. Small children to move from one place… To another. What a bother. And then it struck… Continue reading
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The Wonder of the Muse
It’s the cool rush of fire shooting down the limbs, filling up the head, the heart, the page. The spirit. The muse, some people call it. But what’s in a name? said the muse, to the writer who sat his desk once upon… Continue reading
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The Power of Words
The word peach makes me feel like summer. I love that. Maybe it’s the colour: dappled orangey, yellowy, red—to me, that colour sings. Just like summer. Summer sings. It could also be the many hundreds of peaches I’ve slurped down… Continue reading
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The Journey Begins
“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.” – Charles Dickens, Great Expectations Continue reading