Write, Sing or Swim – Day 12
I rewrite the poems and choose an order. Of the poems I have written this week, I will perform five. I may change the titles, but the poems are almost …
I rewrite the poems and choose an order. Of the poems I have written this week, I will perform five. I may change the titles, but the poems are almost …
Waking clear I take the early morning sun to drink tea and dive into the pages. There is enough. There is more than I thought and enough to build a …
Today the clouds came to Monólithos and without the blue everything took on a shade of wheat. Even the whitewash stone shone a soft buttermilk. Today the writing, writing, writing …
Second day of the poetry retreat, and it is time to get into some of the ancient oral poetry forms. Grab your iambic metre, stick to four-four and launch into …
I dared not hope too hard for what a Poetry Retreat would mean, for me, who can only shyly call myself a writer and certainly not (yet?) a poet. I …
Sunday morning, and there they are! The bells! ringing out along the coast. I’m reminded of Greek Easter back in Newtown. The magical whispering of the candlelit procession as it …
My morning swim at Mandómata was the best yet. With my courage up I swam the width of the bay several times, building an appetite for coffee and eggs with …
I did it. Anthony Quinn Beach! Strange that I thought it was just my little secret. The bay was crowded, burbling Italian and German all around me on my hired …
Rodos to Faliraki. A travel day. I did the research, I made a plan. I knew that not every day can be spent wandering where my eye takes me, stumbling …
Waking up in the old city of Rhodes (Ródos) on the first real day of my travels. White stone, blue sky, still pale from sunrise. Bougainvillea, cats and cobblestones. I’m …