Category Archives: Writing

Present, not precious – an epilogue

December 1 Hoar frost and hot coffee. After three nights of crystalline cold, December makes her entry with all the majesty of a final act. Today from my window, the sky seems limitless and the blue hoards no secrets. Yes, … Continue reading

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Calendar

The stack of books on my bedside table is always precarious. Once in awhile, I clear it down to the bare minimum and stack the books neatly, but like rising bread dough, it grows back, alluring and top heavy. At … Continue reading

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bricks

Bricks. Simple, solid, humble. Like cells, like atoms. Like letters of the alphabet, or the digits from 0 to 9. A dictionary is a storehouse of language bricks, a quarry; take what you need to build your story. Can be … Continue reading

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bicycle

One of our main ways of getting to and fro around here is the bicycle. The first 5 months we lived in Cambridge, we had no car, only two bicycles and a toddler seat on the back of one. They … Continue reading

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Postcard

Postcard. For a few years in my early twenties, there were a lot of postcards in my life. Written, sent, received, read, stuck on the wall of my dorm room, tucked between pages as bookmarks. When I was travelling in … Continue reading

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weaving

Weaving. It is the dynamism of this word that flashes at me this morning. Furious flying of weft through warp, threads, brilliant, varied, dyes from onion skin, wild-flower petals, natural colours of the wools.  Or indigo dye, crushed shells of … Continue reading

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Glass

‘There are certain words a poem should never use.’ ‘Hmm…’ I started to make a list of the usual suspects: very, many, really, magic, fluffy, rainbow, always, invisible –  ‘Yes.  Apparently shard is verboten.  And,’ raising an eyebrow and tilting … Continue reading

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