I’ve been meaning to write to you. The idea pops into my head often and leaves just as quickly. I haven’t given it much thought. It feels a bit clichéd. A standard thing to do, a writing exercise, a suggestion from a psychologist…. a standard fill in column for mundane woman’s magazines. Write to your […]

Saying Goodbye to Killara

Friday night writing is returning and plenty of entertaining gossip will be shared and discussed with our fabulous group of talented writers. 2020 may have slowed us down, however 2021 is in full swing and I have some juicy writing prompts that will have our pens flying across the pages … or keys… whatever method […]

I can’t hear your voice I can’t talk to you Or the words that may tumble from your mouth Barely disguised happiness that you have found with her I can’t bare to hear that A cardboard box My heart is as if in a box And it’s laid in an open grave The box within […]

Old Furniture I know not how it may be withWho sit amid relics of householdryThat date from the days of their mothers’ mothers, But well I know how it is with meContinually. I see the hands of the generationsThat owned each shiny familiar thingIn play on its knobs and indentations, And with its ancient fashioningStill dallying: […]

Everyday I grow further from you Moving away from the centre of my universe Out toward the radius Where you are not I’m in space Yet still connected To you My lifeline The safety cord is stretching Stretching Taut with tension Tugging Threatening to snap I am alone out here Floating in silence Spreadeagled…resigned Looking […]

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Mask…. to conceal something from view. If we knew back then what we know now, what would we have done? With no crystal ball, the future is always concealed from our view. We make vague predictions yet we can’t say for sure what awaits us the next minute, hour, day or year. Much of 2020 […]