Strangling poetry

I'll be teaching a workshop at the Cuenca International Writers Conference at the end of May, titled Poetry as Story Telling.  I've been gathering bits and bobs to include in a Power Point presentation. I came across this poem by Billy Collins, and although I won't be using it for the workshop, it  made me... Continue Reading →

Opportunities

Life presents us with opportunities to grow. Confronts us with our own places of fear sheds light on those things we keep in shadow wanting to give us the opportunity to cheer. To cheer ourselves beyond the limitations to move us out of our comfort zone to expose us to new situations all the while... Continue Reading →

A Hunger for More

We have carried the pain of generations in our bones throughout our life the very blood, the most minuscule of particles that makes us this particular woman remembers all who went before us Too often we have pretended to be fine to please those around us to allow this world to think that everything is... Continue Reading →

Remember Rumi in 2018

Make everything in you an ear, each atom of your being, and you will hear at every moment what the source is whispering to you . . . You are, we all are, the beloved of the beloved. And in every moment, in every event of your life, the beloved is whispering to you exactly... Continue Reading →

Possibilities

Even people who "don't like poetry" seem to have a favourite poem. This is one of mine. It makes me smile and calls me to ponder my own preferences. I prefer movies. I prefer cats. I prefer the oaks along the Warta. I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky. I prefer myself liking people to myself loving... Continue Reading →

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