(This is another piece I wrote at my friend Emily’s writing workshop. We were given a subject & object by one of the other group members, & 15 minutes to write about it. Oceans Apart was the first of these.) Oh I could hide ‘neath the wings of the blue bird as she sings… the…
I recently did a creative writing workshop; one of our tasks was to look at a picture assigned to us, & then freewrite (just respond & write what came to mind without overthinking) for 15 minutes. In the spirit of the exercise, & all things New Year, which for me involves NO perfectionism – I…
My body fought a war against me for the first 6 weeks after we arrived in Australia. First jetlag then hay fever; knocked down by flu only to recover to incessant sneezing & leaky washers on my eyes. A rash all over my face made the constant meeting of new people arduous, even for an…
I came here to write. Not because it’s the only place I could come, although in this small town it kinda is. Today it’s a happy mix of foreign & familiar. The buzz of the espresso machine & warmth from the flow of people helps me push aside my to do list & find mental…
starting on saturdays 