Remembering

Yesterday I took it off the shelf in my bedroom from its place of honour. I sat on the floor holding it tenderly in my hands remembering the time I sat outside the city gates dirty and broken while you passed by gathering your skirts so nothing of you would come in contact with who... Continue Reading →

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 →

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