August 2015 ~ Helen Hagemann

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Poem: England and Wales in June (from Miniscule ©)

England and Wales in June On my way to a writers' retreat looking all the part as a writer, laptop, camera and pens on the ready, I wanted to look at the scenery, the mute hills, meticulous pastures, grazing cows, but was distracted by flashing cars, honking, speeding in both directions. I recall some scenes that I would never see again. The castle at Bishop's...

Thursday, August 6, 2015

Butcherbird in the Tuart Gums Some days I carry a heavy weight in a hessian bag that it's hard to get through the trees. Other days I'm careful not to crush leaf litter with my feet where an anchored world lives. The butcherbird carries the self, much lighter than a hessian bag full of stones and can be heard singing in the Tuart gums. It...