Island Life, Word Birds & Process

It is in fact less than two weeks. It’s eleven days. If I appear calm, dear reader, do not be fooled. This stuff never gets ordinary.

Your moment of SNOW SISTERS snippet.

“The sun starts its slide, falling away into another sea: underworld and oystercatchers and a mackerel sky…
Looking at her hands, she floats in the heat. Blue flowers sprout from her fingers, trail across the snow white paper.
I knew one day I’d be gone too long to go back…”

SNOW SISTERS ~ 21 September 2017
From Honno, the Welsh Women’s Press