'And they lived happily ever after ...'

Silke is a poet and prose writer who shares her journey through the power of words

Showing posts with label sun. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sun. Show all posts
Tuesday, 29 April 2025

From a province of rivers, another April

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April was the longest month. It seemed to last forever, each day was open, elastic, filled with unexpected encounters, whence bubbled conver...
Wednesday, 28 August 2024

The flame in your temple

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My mother loved going to concerts. One of her motivations here had little, or only obliquely, to do with the music. Rather it was that, as s...
Saturday, 20 July 2024

The touch

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There was a big arrowhead of rock, which was split off from the mother rock by the most recent surge tide and it pierced the air with a new ...
Saturday, 4 April 2020

The sun and the avocet

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Before he rose today, the sun asked the avocet - "What have you found during your foragings this dawn?" The avocet looked around...
Sunday, 14 October 2018

All that's left

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