Category: Write

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The Weaver – Short Story

‘The Weaver is blind tonight,’ my father said. My father rarely told stories. But there is another reason why this telling has been burned and committed to my memory. He looked old that night....

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Happy New Year 2018

Starting with a bang? The New Year may start with a bang for many party goers. I don’t feel resolutions should fall on just this day, but everyday. We should always strive to improve....

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Helen Duncan’s poems of nature

As estranged from nature as we’ve become, I find you can’t help but become enraptured by spring. I’ve picked two poems penned by my great grandmother who loved to write about nature. One is...

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Prompts, and a short story on Copper and Blood

I thought it was high time for another short story filled with copper and blood. Sometimes you can’t face your current work in process and prompts are a good method of taking your writing down a different path. Often than not, they tend to wander back to familiar territory.

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The curious life of a writer

Two things can be said about becoming a writer and penning your first novel. Life can never be boring. You’re never bored and you’re never completely alone.

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The Poems of Helen Duncan

Dad gave me the box of family history to rummage through. I found two notebooks, which belonged to Helen, filled with pages of poetry. Many were of favourite poems she copied but she penned her own too. Other family members sent and wrote poems and within these two books of elegant handwriting weave worlds of written words. You’d think the contents would be world’s apart but it’s quite the opposite. What fascinates me is the stark similarities we find.