Originally posted on Ripple Poetry :
Photo – By June Perkins The issue of names would come up once again when their child still wriggled in the womb. This unborn children loved to kick to Opera. She didn’t want to think about the lost child and had been avoiding opera lately. But this man from the…
Writing Empowerments: Ink from Ochre Extract
Originally posted on Following the Crow Song:
Ong argues that writing can “enrich the human psyche, enlarge the human spirit, intensify its interior life.” [1] In other words writing can be moulded to fit those who use it, and can extend rather than diminish subjectivity and intersubjectivity. Max Van Manen describes the power of writing:…
Our First Walk
Originally posted on Ripple Poetry :
Rainbow on my Path – June Perkins Our first walk past the rainbow mosaics on the path developed the beginning of our short hand. His short sentences about working as a falconer had me intrigued. I had heard of this ancient art but never before met a practitioner. We could…
Meeting Love
Originally posted on Ripple Poetry :
Image – June Perkins I met him at the butterfly house in the zoo. I remember butterflies settling all around him drawing attention to his presence. He was so still. A small girl, with a rainbow hat, watched the scene but she giggled and jumped – the butterflies scattered. Delighted…
Miranda’s Loss
Originally posted on Ripple Poetry :
June Perkins – Butterfly (I) In my skin there’s a butterfly forever captured dancing to the beat of my sweat. It’s dedicated to the memory of my lost child. At the moment I keep my weight constant to keep her memory alive. But if another child should arrive and make…
June Paisa Perkins 