Your passing was to come the grief not diminished a huge gaping hole opened up on the Southern tip where you were the soundtrack to our stirrings your music nudged us awake crept into our dreams reminding us to change the way we were our country was we dared not
I look for the place I used to know but it isn’t there ’cause even places live in a bubble in my mind and nothing stays the same as
I’ve always wanted to visit Belarus. During the last Olympics, I watched in awe as this little country punched way above it’s weight. I looked up it on google maps and wondered if I’d ever get there. Well I did. At least to a tiny part of it anyway. To
I have retired four times now. Each time I do, I convince myself that it is what I want. It will be wonderful to have no commitments whatsoever. I’ll awake to birdsong and snooze until I feel like getting up. The day will be a blank page. Whatever comes to
Originally posted on LOUISE BEECH:
Since I’ve seen some writers creating many a Ten Things About Writing list – from what you should and shouldn’t write about, to where you and shouldn’t have been, to what you need to have experienced, seen, studied etc – I thought I’d have a…
