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 →

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 →

early morning quiet

In the quietness of early morning, as the world pauses between dark and light, when even the birds are silent and the bullfrogs have quieted their gossip, I walk the hills and marvel at the rising sun. The early light rims the clouds with pink and a dusty rose spreads out above the trees The... Continue Reading →

V is for V.I.P.

Who is the most important person to a writer? A reader!  We write for you. Oh yes, we write because we have stories to tell, poems to share with the world, memoirs that need to be recorded for posterity and books on advice and suggestions.   But we write for YOU, the reader.  And once... Continue Reading →

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