New year, new challenge: a poem every day + a newsletter (monthly)

Dear readers, Happy new year! 2022 was a pivotal one for me in many ways. We moved house We moved halfway across the country in order to pursue a quiet country life in a small village, surrounded by woods. This has long been a dream of mine, being an HSP and finding city/suburb life increasingly…

Poem #1: Wheel of the year

What does the number mean? YouTube video link. ——————————————- Light’s elusive joy filtered through the trees A promise of spring wafting on the breeze The stillness of moss on soft forest floor wilful wily waves crashing on the shore Leaves turning golden, then orange then falling Foxes and geese and wild winds are calling Breath…

Poem: The Plum Tree

Video link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HdD3K84oyvI ————————- Preamble: It’s been a busy month-and-a-half with moving house and doing my poetry reading last month, but we are more or less settled in our new home in a small village in Drenthe. It’s beautiful and peaceful here, with some proper woods nearby, where I’ve already enjoyed a few walks. Still,…

The only way out is through (some writing advice)

I wanted to share something I’ve discovered, while completing two first drafts of novels and a memoir which has had a bunch of re-writes/edits, and beta readers. 4-5 years ago, I never ever thought I’d have accomplished any of this. I could never see anything through, always flitting from idea to idea, only writing when…

Updated: Poetry reading, 2nd of July

Drum roll, please! I have quite spontaneously decided to take the plunge and do a poetry reading. And my rather fabulous mother, Fanny Parow Knill, will be accompanying me on the harp. Featured work will be some of the poetry I have posted here previously, plus some brand new stuff. In July we will be…

Poem: A Change in the Weather

I like rain, I tell myself. I would rather bundle up against the cold than face the slick sheen of sweat and sunscreen that feels heavy on my face and distorts my vision, – an inevitable consequence of summer. And all of this is true. But, as the heat rolls in, with its pungent floral…