Mildred was hiding in a beam above the kitchen. She stared at me from the knotted wood. I felt her gaze and, looking up, caught sight of her. What peculiar eyes, I thought, what an elongated, fearsome forehead and skull, what a beak, what a... Abandoning my crack-of-dawn tea drinking, I shot to the bedroom… Continue reading Mildred & Monty
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Journal Juice
What would you do if, when you fed it kale, celery, and mint, your juice extractor churned out tomato juice? I don't have a juice extractor, but this is the image that came to mind so I have to go with it. Really, what would you do? I'd be blown away and a tad intimidated… Continue reading Journal Juice
Faffing Around
Faffing around with words and graphics lights me up. I twinkle-twinkle like a little star and stop wondering how you are. Or how I am. Or how anything is. The sun sets, the house darkens. Curtains are not closed (in my opinion, this is the only unnerving consequence of my intense absorption - I don't… Continue reading Faffing Around
A Place for Poems
Written by I'm-not-a-writer women, these poems have a special place in my heart. Revisiting them, I made tiny, tender edits, predominantly to my visual components, occasionally to the poems. The second slideshow contains poems penned in Afrikaans. I hit the Publish button only to discover, a short while later, that the post would not load… Continue reading A Place for Poems
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