As an English teacher I find poetry the hardest to teach. It is so subjective and there is never a correct answer so often students struggle with meaning and concepts. I have the same problem with what I write. I am never sure where the words come from. I just know they need voicing. Will […]
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Do you need to shed some curves? Are the balls too heavy?
What do you do when life throws constant curve balls right at your face? Hey, I’m talking heavy duty, lots of kilos, knock you down balls. Well? You find a way to dodge, and swerve until they go away, and they will. Determination and a strong desire to achieve on their own are not […]
Continue readingDon’t shut the door
I have a huge fascination with doors. It started in Florence years ago. When everything is shut the doors we see are amazing, and this is saying a lot when you consider the beauty of Italian shop fronts. The doors come in brilliant colours both dangerously dark and almost peacefully plain if such a thing […]
Continue readingMaslov as my mentor
I hated science and mathematics as a student. I was good at them but it was a battle. Those subjects just didn’t interest me. As a teacher, the ‘why do we have to do this, Miss’ question, is very familiar. I am sure most of you out there know what I mean either as that […]
Continue readingThe Dreamer never dies
I wonder how many of us do keep the dream alive instead of giving in and thinking it too late to want more. I am not sure I can ever stop dreaming and reaching for whatever is out there no matter what I tell myself. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Again […]
Continue readingSad movies make me cry
Cold and calculating. My God, that is fascinating. Ambivalent, or belligerent? How exciting? How very different? Time to laugh, time to smile, Emotions coming out file by file. Dear, that is so very bad, I think that character is quite mad. Please do not let him die, Oh goodness me, what a terrible lie. They […]
Continue readingSelf-portrait
Intricate patterns of clear Interwoven with butterflies and Tulips, the stain of reality for The mind represented. Colours, beautiful, so bold And catching the sight but Not the eye for The eye will recognise fragility But sight will see stained glass. Delicate, easily shattered, Fragmented into the mixed Tiny, shiny pieces that can be Subtly […]
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