LeZuluBlanc

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

AAA award sneaked up on me…

It isn’t there

                                           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

En Pointe

I never dreamt that it would be the last time              I saw you the last time I’d hear your wicked laugh the                       way your mouth formed a pout when you wanted to be

A night to forget…

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

Retirement is so yesterday…

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

My Ten Rules Of Writing

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…

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