Change is present in all of our lives. Life shifts all the time. Sometimes, these changes are more dramatic than others… #anthology #poetry
This is a question I am getting asked, in various ways, lately. How come I am suddenly an artist not a writer? (Although actually writing is a form of art.) Sometimes I sense disappointment in the questions, but usually it is simply confusion. The writing isn’t gone, as such. But it is no longer my…… Continue reading what happened to the writing?
I was walking through the mud. Balancing on the more solid strip between two large furrows of sloshiness. A man was walking his dog and had paused to look at the view. I gave him a socially-distanced smile, passed him and carried on walking. But I was aware he was still watching me – not…… Continue reading don’t let the world change how you walk