Just playing. That’s all.
Burns night: not just a poem…also a song
My boozy poem is now a song, appearing on a stage in Sydney. Now that calls for a drink.
What my Mother taught me: a poem
A poem for Mothers’ day
A Recruitment Consultant Tried to Steal My Fish
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.