The Imaginary Fence

  I think of myself as a story teller. I enjoy using my imagination to get into my characters heads. I didn’t realise until this morning just how much my propensity for storytelling applies to myself and the so called “real world” around me. This morning’s writing session began with my notebook and pen. So […]


Some say I think too much What would they know  In the dark quiet hours When the stars shine And I’m sitting Knitting Thoughts together And the words come hovering  Like butterflies To settle Perch upon my Mind How would someone who has never Played with words Never heard Them whisper Softly Mournfully Joyfully Trumpeting […]