paintings
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Hand writ prayers
I’ve never been a Collector of things, not even of my paintings which lounge wherever they find space; maybe the most passionate of my ‘collections’ were bus tickets for some reason; I was age 5 and remember hoarding them from the two families we lived around at Wilson Gardens. Then were feathers at pre-primary school, Continue reading
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The Cusp of Spring
Isn’t that such a beautiful thing the Cusp of Spring? ….. Continue reading
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The Cusp of Things
they meet us here, and there in our trips around the sun. Here we start again. Continue reading
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‘Talk to me..’
I said,’If You are here…’ Continue reading
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Must stop You and say
..thankyou for every drop of sun and rain that grew us like bouquets on tables of grace, Gratitude for the colors of my life among colors of an earth on fire, Gratitude for leaf that went away and those that grew,or birthed for stars that fell and those that lit dark night with light not Continue reading
