My Heart Opens To Your Voice

Sometimes a blog post comes easily.  Other times, it’s a slog.  And then there are the rare posts that sit in your drafts folder for YEARS and slowly but surely, you add to the narrative and hope it turns out better than if you had just written the damn thing in one go.  Here is…

September Feels

Oh, September in Britain.  The end of summer, that ‘back-to-school’ feeling, the disappointments of not achieving all those summer plans. But.  But also the productivity that comes with a new term.  Despite having not been a full-time teacher for the past year, and finding my feet as an Editor, I still find my working clock…

These hands

These hands these hands – adorned with silver, gold and opal – twitch with a need for touch they tingle for intimacy my fingertips hold yours; will you be around for long enough for me to learn their print?   the lick of varnish applied before rousing Friday nights wears off by Monday morning; telling of…