Written with the prompts: springtime, accepting limits but pushing for more, wonder about the ivy, there is always a little girl standing in the corner just staring, Maddie in the grip Maddie is in the grip of a good story, her pale face illuminated by the blue light of her Kindle. It is winter inside … Continue reading In The Grip
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January
After the weight of holiday expectation has lifted, on short wet days when I don't feel compelled to rush out and toil in the garden or hike by the river, the light begins to return. Not to the sky, but to that small amber space between my belly and breasts. I discover again that I … Continue reading January