All my life writing has been life and breath to me (as anyone who evern knew me can attest). Poetry was my inheritance, passed onto me probably on a DNA…Continue readingLearning to breathe again
I dream solid chewy dreams, and sometimes they turn into stories or even novels (and once a trlogy) but often they are just things I remember clearly and almost verbatim…Continue readingI am standing
As Meatloaf once sang it, objects in the rear view mirror can appear closer than they are – and 2023 (soon to be in the said rear view mirror) is…Continue reading2023: in the rear view mirror
So, I took in two movies lately – out to the movies toe see “Wonka”, and “Barbie” came out to where I could stream it so I finally got around…Continue readingOut to the Movies
oh lord, it’s time to go running around changing all the clocks again. Look some people are afraid of the dark. I get it. That doesn’t mean that the dark…Continue readingTime enough…
Let me share the sorrows and the joys and and the triumphs and the tragedies of this year’s Orycon, now that it is in the rear view mirror. Orycon was…Continue readingSo, Orycon ’23…
You can have many kinds of grief. You can grieve the loss of a job, a dream, even things (accidentally dropping and smashing a favourite mug will give you a…Continue readingThe Nature of Grief