Once upon a time there were six little girls (all my stories start that way) and we all lived happily giggling and squabbling and jumping and wriggling and running wild and running free or hiding away in a hedge or a tree. And our Daddy David was a country vicar and he always said “Be […]Continue reading
Why does that page look so white?
Why is it only half full?
You don’t like poems and fair enough
you take in an eyeful of words
and then the words stop short
making space on the right, your space
What’s it all about? This is the story of you, as you are now or as you will be one day: unyoung. It looks like the story of me as I tackle the shock of me being old right now and watch the spooky movie of me getting even older sliding every day towards the […]Continue reading