How can I move to September while he remains in August?
In poetry therapy and expressive writing groups, loss is always [...]
This is just to say
Here’s a blog about the first, and so far, [...]
An angel whose face I couldn’t see
5th Day of Christmas Catch-Up Blog Gertrude Stein famously said [...]
The legs of summer
Here is a poem I love by Anne Sexton - a [...]
From which the sky may be viewed
Most Sunday mornings, I cycle home from a zumba class [...]
Box full of darkness
We are fast approaching the shortest day. Thank goodness – [...]
It’s more like a house
Here's a snap of the Canterbury Festival Poet of the [...]
On the tongue on the eyes on the ears
I’m a bit of a zumba bore but I can [...]
Eternity is a very long time
Eternity is a very long time – especially towards the [...]
Where can we live but days?
What a beautiful day. Ash Wednesday came and woke me [...]
