Author: thekitchensinktoo7
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In Our Youth
Sometimes, I miss the vivid joy of childhood in summer. In one of those fits of nostalgia, I wrote this poem – it was also mid-winter and I was feeling particularly heat-starved! In Our Youth High noon. High Summer. Cicadas croon in pillows of feverish heat As the day burns in bright dust And heady,…
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The Woman, The Traveller – learning from past mistakes
If you’re anything like me, having time to yourself is the best. That sun-drenched moment with a book? Bliss. A gentle cup of tea in the evenings to help you ponder? Perfect! An afternoon spent rambling through parks and streets? Is this Heaven we’re describing?? Being alone is an easy way to soothe the soul,…
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How an angry chicken changed the course of my life
For my (rather self-conscious) first blog post, I thought I should do the usual thing and introduce myself – but I have trouble defining who I am, and really, who doesn’t? Whatever labels we choose for ourselves, other people add more, and none of them are exactly right. So instead, I thought it might be…