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Hares
I have a hare on the sitting room wall. It’s painted by Cerys – that’s Cerys Susannah Rees, who’s an amazingly talented artist and who lives in Carmarthenshire, like me, but at the other end of it, near Llandeilo. Happy happenstance drew me to her nearly two years ago...
Thanqs for ‘22
Thanks are due to:- Mike Jenkins, editor of Gwyrthryfel/ Uprising, an anthology of radical poetry from contemporary Wales, published by Culture Matters. My poem – ‘To my Suffragette’ – was included in this: Howard and Marilyn Timms of the Wildfire Words ezine team for...
So long, farewell to 2022
2022 was a mixed bag…it started in a downbeat kind of way, post the aftermath of ‘donkeygate’, and post the demise of the indie publishing house who had brought out ‘Valletta and the Year of Changes’ in 2021. The year began with Covid and a long, slow recovery. Mr B...
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
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...
An injection of positivity
Have had the booster. Mr B has had it too. Rumours of long queues, of chaos and cross words at the vaccination centre were more than slightly over-hyped. The process took an hour from being flagged down by a volunteer in high vis, to pulling out onto the road again in...