Harbinger /ˈhɑːbɪn(d)ʒə/ Everyone thinks a Harbinger is all about death or even Death him/her /themselves (it’s hard to ‘genderise’ the Harbinger as he/she/they as they appear different to each and everyone). No one thinks of a Harbinger as being something or someone that announces beauty, hope and joy. For example, and I am not justContinue reading “October 1st – Harbinger”
You shouldn’t believe everything you’re told. The reality of it is not what you think. It’s not something people in polite company should want to talk about, never mind tell their children. It should have never been made into some kind of fairy story.
As some of you know I am a writer amongst other things, so I thought I’d share with you one of my Short Stories which has been recently – well last year – published by Mookychick. Mookychick is on a Hiatus at the moment, but have a look around there is plenty to see there,Continue reading “She had never been Much of a Seamstress”
Mother Dun There was a time when all of Her was free; to dance, to weave, to dart, to dash, to smother and embrace; to carve to rip, to tear, to temper and create. When once She was both abundant and ferocious; ever giving and asking a little in return. Yet even then, inContinue reading “Mother Dun”