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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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My Muse

About a decade ago, I made a deal with the universe.  I figured that if I could have a cat, then I would become a writer.   Not just any cat – a black cat.  A black cat called Ink.  With … Continue reading

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