Writing
To The Salty Sea
Take my hand and give me hope, Walk with me to the salty sea, Watch sky meet water Day hovering into night, See silver stars Fade into sight, Across an endless Purple black palette, Understand We are tiny, We stand upon Edges Moments Pieces of Time, We stand upon Spaces borrowed From our children, Take…
Read MoreThe Art of Getting a Literary Agent
Writing can be very lonely. It’s an often misunderstood and thankless job, with no guarantee of anyone reading your words. For many of us, the goal is mostly to have a readership. Of course we all need to make a living, and getting paid for writing is important. But my blog posts are written with…
Read MoreIn The Stillness of The Morning
Amongst spring flowers and birds waking, in seeping darkness my family sleeps. Silently, I start another day another turn, around the sun. Despite all the things that are broken, in the world and in myself, I wake with hope. I hold onto hope clasping her gently in my hands, like a fragile seed waiting to…
Read MoreTaking The Time
Time stretches back like an electric wire, crisscrossing my memories. Awoken, by the scent of a yellow rose, by pink sunrise climbing out from a tumbling silver sea, by the call of a bird, alerting us all to the morning. Time stretches forwards, like a spider’s thread of silk, difficult to see and yet, I…
Read MoreHolding Onto Hope
When you feel the heaviness of the world, as if you are falling through space, with nothing to grasp, go to nature. There’s no white noise, no anger, no egos, no judgment. There’s no pressure, no competition for your time. There’s hope in every single blade of grass, in the unfurling petals of flowers, in…
Read MoreSitting With Silence
When you write words for a living, it can be hard to sit with silence. There are always so many words, so many conversations and ideas, running through your mind. I have been writing words on the Internet since 2001. That is a very long time to put pieces of you out into the world,…
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