Writing poetry has helped me sort things out in
my own fuddled way. The pink sofa, pictured
on the cover, belonged to my Nan Woody. I kept
her jewellery box and hid my scribbles, folded
for quite a...visualizza altroWriting poetry has helped me sort things out in
my own fuddled way. The pink sofa, pictured
on the cover, belonged to my Nan Woody. I kept
her jewellery box and hid my scribbles, folded
for quite a few years. Until, after I had long
moved away and married – my folks brought
back stuff I’d left behind. I found the pink sofa
and folded memories. During recent illness, in
which I have been told I am mildly Bi-Polar, I
wrote more poetry.visualizza meno