Category: change
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paper to water
i stood in the sea until your words blew away paper to water loosened limbs dissolved broken-smile-missing-teeth-shipwreck-me and i watched as your hollow facts became ensnared by the callous tide
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pirate
change greets me with filtered light and different shadows the only constant i dreamt you whispered about lost loves and pirate-like your gold earring stroked my cheek change light as gentle rain and seasonal birdsong the only constant
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Flash Tea
This week I purchased some quality herb tea. A flash brand, rather than the sawdust they sell in the supermarkets. What I like most (beyond the taste of course) are the tags. Each one has a message printed on it. Today’s tag says, ‘Life without love is like a ship without sails’. Nice. How romantic. My…
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About Face
Kia ora dear readers. I humbly apologise (once again) for the lack of contact. There’s been an about face. Things being as they are in writing-land, I’ve decided to set free ‘The Novel’, aka masters thesis/conglomerate of thoughts, speech and action AND have returned to basics. Actually, I’ve gone back to some of the ideas…
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Change in the weather.
Yep, we’ve gone from wearing singlets in the garden, to three layers of clothing – in a day. And everybody seems to be talking about it. I guess driving through snow and ice into town last night was a HUGE talking point. AND one needed to keep their wits about them, having not…
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Change. Is it as good as a holiday?
On a trip to The Big Smoke last week, I noticed how sped up and disconnected it all seemed. My response was one of sadness. At times, I had to ask people to slow down as they spoke to me. Yes okay, a contributing factor might be my declining hearing. However, what I noticed (most glaringly)…
Iona Winter 