FEAR

This has been a tragic week with a lot of significance around human suffering and the long road we have come and still have to go. I have battled to make sense of the events so I have written a poem about what I feel is at the core of all these events: FEAR   Dark Man’s Feast   Come, take shelter and rest at my table, Lay down the weight of your weariness, Let this Supper feed and cradle, A head and heart steeped in ceaseless worry   Come, a seat remains open on my left, The right sits...

Character

Click-click-click-ding-whir, click-click-click-ding-whir. The rhythm and sound of the typewriter is hypnotic, it brings a sense of absolute calm mixed with a bubbling excitement. My grandmother had a beautiful typewriter that formed the beginning of my love for words. It was definite, once a letter was embossed on that sheet of paper it would be forever living in the world. Over the past few years I have searched for the RIGHT typewriter that could rekindle that passion and I found two that inspire me.   One is positioned at the entrance of my home, it sits perched on the mantle as...