Sometime ago I wrote a poem.
It came after I had cried deeply, I’m not sure for how long. Afterwards, I sat down with my journal and, without any fore-thought or planning, out came this poem, exactly as it is … Read More
Sometime ago I wrote a poem.
It came after I had cried deeply, I’m not sure for how long. Afterwards, I sat down with my journal and, without any fore-thought or planning, out came this poem, exactly as it is … Read More
… Read More“The logic of worldly success rests on a fallacy: the strange error that our perfection depends on the thoughts and opinions and applause of other men! A weird life it is, indeed, to be living always in somebody else’s
*** This post has been mentioned in the Brisbane paper today, Sunday 21st August, claiming that I am full of complaint. 🙂
Sadly it is clear that journalists feel the need to sensationalize facts in order to sell papers. This
I have been afraid for a long time. Afraid to remember, afraid to tell my story.
Its hard to know how or from when to start telling my story…. Do I start three years ago?.. do I start 32 years … Read More