The girl on the sandshifts it to where she is now.She thinks, ‘it’s so many colourseven though it’s said to be yellow.’ She shifts the sunlightwith a subtle tilt of her headher laughter echoing asshe’s saying, ‘this will be what I remember. No baggage for meI’m no outsider to this placeI’m a proud member ofContinue reading “Hand of Many Colours”
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Walking Childhood
Originally posted on Ripple Poetry :
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Firelight Sing-a-long
Originally posted on Following the Crow Song:
Firelight Singer – By June Perkins By the firelight we singalong. We’ve asked eldest to bring out his guitar and he’s become our karoke machine. He knows so many songs. But he doesn’t sing aloud with us yet. Hubby sings the loudest, to the beat of his own…
Bush Knife
Originally posted on Following the Crow Song:
It’s under Mum’s bed to keep away the burglars. Mum’s companion and stand in body guard, connecting her to home is a short flat, fairly blunt blade gaining it strength from the way it’s held and thrust. And yes we do get burglars, but I sleep through it…
Which is truer – Fact or Fiction – in search of the authentic writing self – Saturday Writing Sagas 9
I choose to speak in riddles. The first time I wrote this post it had more overtly personal family stories in it, yet I backed away and thought I can’t write that post yet because I am grappling with a deeper question. Which is truer, fact or fiction? I have responsibilities to those I amContinue reading “Which is truer – Fact or Fiction – in search of the authentic writing self – Saturday Writing Sagas 9”
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