It’s what they say!

A bit of humour exposes a bit of wisdom!   There's a light at the end of the tunnel they say and it may not be an oncoming train Get out of the damn tunnel I say. When your thoughts go round and round like a hamster on its wheel and peace of mind is... Continue Reading →

Listen and grow

I collect poetry. It's such a rich part of my life.  Here's one, a good one as a new year is on the horizon,  from my saved files: Do not stifle this silence which reveals us to ourselves and to the world which surrounds us. Let us listen. Everything speaks, signs are everywhere, listen and... Continue Reading →

A Vast Wasteland

I rarely talk about my childhood and those bits I share have been sanitized for public viewing.  There are things unspeakable and unknowable except by those, and we are not few, who have survived. These words came as a way to honour who I have become.  The work of healing, of learning to cherish what... Continue Reading →

Evidence of Flossing

If you know me at all, you know that my heart weaves a tapestry of poetry as I navigate life. Nothing thrills me more than connecting with poetic voices.  Please allow me to introduce you to Jen Payne, poet extraordinaire, whose new book Evidence of Flossing What We Leave Behind has launched. Not only will... Continue Reading →

Always Writing

I've been away but one thing you know, I am always writing. November was NaNoWriMo and, since the first of November, I've completed a novel, done its edits and sent it of to my wonderful Beta Readers. Of course, once it returns, there will be editing and possibly even rewrites to do. That's how it... Continue Reading →

We are Many

  We are many who guard our heart lest our pain spill out and form a bloody puddle at your feet . You would then Need to walk around In an even wider Circle so as not To stain your shoes. So We smile And carry on Or not. And you wonder Perhaps What you... Continue Reading →

On Death and Dying

I love riding the bus. I can sit back, relax, and watch the beautiful scenery of The Andes between Cuenca and Guayaquil.  In September, I rode the bus all the way to the coast to celebrate a friend's birthday.  Journal in hand, the wheels of the bus quieting any other sounds, I wrote this poem.... Continue Reading →

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