Words like gifts

July 23rd, 2017

words like gifts, lead between trees, where paths don’t flow; touching the tip of unknown intent

I write because…

October 9th, 2009

I write because when I write blood runs on to the page and forms rivulets that merge into an ocean. A sea – a jumble of words with all their twists, turns, curves and corners. Words that sit together comfortably like old grandmothers. Words that curl around each other, scaly like lizards’ tails. Words that […]