Last Friday was National Poetry Day. My local independent bookstore, Page and Blackmore, ran a national poetry competition and I got second place. Here’s the poem.
Back when I first started this blog (which was actually in 2008), it had nothing to do with social justice or feminism or politics.
The last tendrils of sun slide off the sand into the sea We pull in when the road gets rocky and watch the cold smudges of mountains fade in the Continue Reading →
Talking to you is like forcing myself through a very small hole in a barbed wire fence with the small brained certainty that the field on the other side is Continue Reading →
Considering the recent success of artists like Lorde and Eleanor Catton doing the exact thing I am about to criticise, – the exact thing I am guilty of myself and Continue Reading →
You out there sitting in the chill black grass just beyond the yellow fall of light from the kitchen window You know I’m watching wondering if the evening dew has Continue Reading →
Apologies for not posting. I haven’t felt up to much. Last week my cat Cleo passed away. Her death was unexpected and unexplained. She was with me since she was Continue Reading →
When I die (or, if I dare hope, before) I want to have a Wikipedia entry like James K Baxter’s. Specifically, I want that tiny little line on the right-hand Continue Reading →
With this man: Dashing, isn’t he? That aristocratic nose, that intense gaze. But seriously. Lord Alfred Tennyson has stolen my heart completely. Specifically, it’s his thirteen hundred line poem, Maud, Continue Reading →
It sounds like a good title for a book. My Grandmother was a Writer. But it’s also true. She was prolific, until her fingers got so twisted with arthitis she Continue Reading →