A few weeks ago, a dear friend sent me this poem. If you've read The Anchoress, you'll recognise the subject. I love it! What better gift than having a poem written about one of your characters? Eleanor lives on.           Ellie Sticking like a burr with grubby hands hot breath and urgent words  on the... Continue Reading →

the open heart

One of my favourite poems is ee cummings’ may my heart always be open to little may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living whatever they sing is better than to know and if men should not hear them men are old may my mind stroll about hungry... Continue Reading →

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