Originally posted on Ripple Poetry :
ZedettaArt Bereavement Room A room to pretend for a short time we had a normal family life our baby celebrating with us but there’s no sound of her tears what we would give for her cries. In that space we discover small gifts from those who have lost their loved…
Rodriguez under the Stars, Garden Stage Brisbane
Originally posted on Following the Crow Song:
I was lucky to attend Rodriguez with my family just a few days ago. I want to keep a record of this memory on my blog. Rodriguez’s voice is still pristine, even at 72 years. He sang as you would expect his own songs which many know from…
Learning to plot – a writer’s quest
So I am at a virtual stand still as I realise my major writing hurdle is learning to plot. Time to build some stairs, or a rope ladder. I recently managed to finish one picture book and send it off. One of the things mentioned in critiques was redoing the plot line to introduce someContinue reading “Learning to plot – a writer’s quest”
Jackson Wheeler
Originally posted on Ripple Poetry :
Flight – June Perkins The day we lost our child I had a dream of her possible future with us. I wanted to comfort Miranda to share her sorrow to take our first steps beyond grief. I couldn’t tell her about the dream of our future lost. I looked at…
Wednesday’s Line
Wispy orange banksia follows the fence line to a young man’s rendition of Leonard Cohen’s ‘Dance me to the End of Love.’ (c) June Perkins
