I'd like to introduce you to my friend Joanne. We met years ago through a poetry group and just clicked. She is one of the best, brightest, kindest & funniest women I have had the privilege to call a friend. She is also one of the bravest, spunkiest women I know. As cancer has wreaked… Continue reading Help keep Joanne alive.
There is an article in the New Zealand Herald that got me thinking this morning. It helped me think about something else than the chaos in my home from kitchen renovations. More on that later. Siena Yates: TV3's in house war over Taika's racist comment. This is a good take on racism here in New… Continue reading New Zealand is as racist as F**!
You said you’d love me, till I lay cold in a box of walnut with silver handles; now I turn the electric blanket to two, and keep my socks on at night. You promised to wear your ring with pride, but melted it down for thirty dollars, You wanted to fall asleep inside me; rock… Continue reading Two-Headed Coin
she speaks in the way she moves her purr at my touch silences me
Monday's child is fair of face, Tuesday's child is full of grace, Wednesday's child is full of woe, Thursday's child has far to go. Friday's child is loving and giving Saturday's child works hard for a living But the child born on the Sabbath Day Is fair and wise and good and gay. *** Saturday's… Continue reading Saturday’s Child
Today I am busy. Yes I am. Tomorrow is our local A&P Show. The A&P stands for agricultural and pastoral. Every year in February we run it. Yes, somehow I ended up on a committee. Something I swore I would never do again. This is my 3rd year running the photography competition. There are seven… Continue reading Katikati A&P Show 2018
“Shit! Someone help me out, please.” My right foot feels like it is being sucked through a straw. Thick mud is gripping it tight and the small sapling I grabbed hold of broke off at its base. No help there then. “Jo, what the hell happened?” Philip stopped laughing when the mud-ball I threw… Continue reading Mrithri and Group 13
It’s early. Twenty folk of various ages and nationalities, one broken orange Bedford truck and trailer, a cattle track, and a graveyard in Tanzania are my companions. It’s hot in or out of the sun. How hot is difficult to say since our thermometer blew up, but sweat runs from under my breasts leaving lengthy… Continue reading The Graveyard
For Christmas the daughter sent me three books to read. The first one I am reading is THE INCREDIBLE LIGHTNESS Of BEING. I have wanted to read this book for so long. When I finish I will tell you what I think, as that is NOT what this post is about. This post is about… Continue reading I am reading a book.