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Tomorrow, 8th of March is International Women's Day. The purpose of this day, as stated on the IWD website, is the following: International Women's Day is a global day celebrating the social, economic, cultural and political achievements of women. The day also marks a call to action for accelerating gender parity. Significant activity is witnessed... Continue Reading →
The other day, we went for a walk with the kids in the evening. I pointed out the first daffodils to my youngest son. 'This means that spring is here,' I told him. 'Oh, mammy!' he said, 'I got some flowers for you!' In his pocket, a handful of squashed daisies. He'd picked them at... Continue Reading →
After the feasting and celebration following General Vector's defeat, the next day, in stark contrast, was solemn. Even the sun seemed to be muted by high cloud, though it shone defiantly all day long upon the sombre proceedings. Remembering Erasmus As Head of State, I led the funeral procession down from the castle to the... Continue Reading →
9 weeks in and finally I forgot to post a poem! This is why there is no day 57. I think my mind just needed a break. Luckily, I am accompanied by many talented poets, and I am gathering together a collection of poems which will make a fine anthology by the end of the... Continue Reading →
I cut a fringe to hide my frown linesI hate my frown lines but I love myself- no -I hate myself but love my frown-lines- no -I love my frown-lines and myself butI don't like how they look in the mirror- no -I cut a fringe because I cannot afford botox- no - I don't... Continue Reading →
I am thrilled to have been voted Author of the Month at Spillwords Press for Jan/Feb 2021! I wanted to say a MASSIVE thank you to everyone who voted for me: this means so much and I am so grateful for your time, kind words and support. Another heartfelt thank you to Dagmara and the... Continue Reading →
I don't remember much about the first house that I lived in. I remember my mum and dad dancing to records after drinking too much wine. Perhaps they had an argument too, or else why would I remember the wine? But I don't remember the argument, I just remember them dancing to records. I remember... Continue Reading →
Celebrating 20 weeks of guest posts at EIF this week, Don and the FCS team bring you another thought-provoking trilogy! Meanwhile, his feline friend Priscilla is tasked with keeping the birds from Don's coffee, with limited success... Miracle Man You don't accept a warming EarthWhich scientists say is soYet happily accept a miracle man2000 years... Continue Reading →
Another week of PMDD hell. By Monday I was almost beside myself, I was feeling so bad. I just wanted to talk to somebody who could understand. But who in my circle could understand? I am incredibly difficult to live with when I'm going through this, and sometimes the least damaging thing I can do... Continue Reading →
A while back, I promised Hobbo A.K.A. 'The Yorkshire Laureate' that I would include some Cumbrian dialect poetry on this blog. First have a listen to the following recording. Esther Dixon-Graham recites a Cumbrian Poem Cumbrian version (my transcription) If ivver twa farmers at Caer'l should meetYe'd hear what they say, t'uther side o' the... Continue Reading →
