Brickbats and bouquets

Brickbats and bouquets

The life of a would-be writer is full of ups and downs. More downs than ups, to be honest; more disappointments than successes. But I am restored, re-affirmed and renewed by every positive response. A couple of days ago, a very good friend from over the bridge shared...
Poemathon in Penboyr

Poemathon in Penboyr

Refrains for the Ukraine. On Friday 10th February, from 6p.m., I’ll be holding a fundraising poetry event in the roundhouse at the home and premises of Veganishmum in Penboyr, nr. Drefach-Felindre, Carmarthenshire. Jayne Holland, (Veganishmum), is running a...
Applause and appeal

Applause and appeal

This isn’t directly about my writing. Many of us are overwhelmed in the face of huge global problems. It’s easier to despair than to do something. There are some folk who just get in there, start somewhere and try to make a bad situation better. Two of these folk are...
Framing windows

Framing windows

I am not generously endowed with brows and lashes. My brows have always been, though not overplucked, thin. As for the eyelashes, they’re quite short and most definitely not lushly thick. It’s a family thing. My sister also has short, sparse eyelashes, which also...
Searching for the words

Searching for the words

This afternoon I judged the wordsearch competition. To be precise, I wrote the names of all the entrants on small pieces of paper, folded them, dropped them into my largest biscuit tin, put the lid on and shook. One winner will receive a copy of ‘Valletta and the Year...