A poem celebrating a new chapter in my career
My boozy poem is now a song, appearing on a stage in Sydney. Now that calls for a drink.
A poem for Mothers’ day
Once I became a full-time stay at home Mum I misplaced my rod, chucked the bait, and requested that all tackle be kept from view. But I was happy on the break from
fishing my career until the phone calls from the recruitment consultant started.
A poem where the title says it all.
It’s not just the tech that is buffering around here.
…..in no particular order:
How are you?
I know someone who knows brains and thoughts and sleepless nights. Given I have been having the most unhelpful thoughts that sometimes prevent me from sleeping, I gave him a call.
To be is to be perceived George Berkeley