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The only war I know is a war with myself and that is quite enough war for anyoneI fought it for such a long time until I realised I didn’t need to. Then there are those other wars: the ones that happen on the outside I’m happy to say I’ve never been involved in one;perhaps it's a privilege. Women don’t... Continue Reading →
February’s a fine monthof snowdrops and crocuses, thefirst whisperings of early spring:can you hear themfighting for breathbeneath the sleeping earth?Place your ear to the groundthrough the dustyou may justhear them sing. February's a fun monththe month that I was born, andI still celebrate this re-awakening though I'm a long time grown:this poet's monthseedlings of songsand... Continue Reading →
A whole four weeks of micro-poetry have flown by here at EIF! Once again, I have stuck mainly to the Tanka format for this week's Tweets. I may try some other forms or free verse next week. I am really enjoying the stunning contributions from other Twitter poets, and two who definitely deserve a mention... Continue Reading →
I came across it half-hidden by snowone sunlit winter eveningso peaceful that one could not hope to knowof horrors that once passed there. But curiosity being what it is, I stoppedhoping to find out more, and when I did I almost wish I hadn't,for now I cannot un-learn what I learned there. The ruined Smolej... Continue Reading →
We're back Down Under today with Don and the F.C.S. team. Skip was a bit upset that we haven't featured him in a post recently, so I've included one of his best headshots this time around. Skip is Don's drinking buddy and security detail. He also heads up the Sunday music selection over at The... Continue Reading →
It's time once more for our weekly trip Down Under, where Don will be doling out some sense, sensibility and downright silliness to get the week off to a good start. Priscilla is busy getting Lizzie ready for the show (see featured image, above). To find out more about Priscilla, Lizzie and the whole FCS... Continue Reading →
This is not a yoga mat, this ismuscles tensed and taughtand sweat, this isthree house moves andtwo different countries this is acceptance of the moment, this is my homelike place, this is exactly where I need to be, this ismy safe space, this is where I grow:A push beyond the boundaries of my comfort zone;a place where... Continue Reading →
One dayafter many a heartachewe will simply walkinto the wooded confines of the gorgesearching for strawberriesgems of sweet delighthidden amongst the swaying grass and leaves lit by sunshine which falls after the early summer rain has washed the grass, the leaves,the hillsides greenand cleanses usabsolves us aswe pause to taste a momentary joy: Sweet welcome,sugaring... Continue Reading →
Stone the crows!!! Priscilla's seen so much Flippant, Comic, and Serious poetry from Don recently that she's had to don her glasses in order to take it all in (see Featured Image). I always look forward to visiting sunny Australia on a Monday, especially when we have cold and grey skies outside. For more of... Continue Reading →
The salt pans of Sečovlje sleep while sailing boats shelter in place along the harbourthe sun also risesI stretch out my hand and touch Croatiathe narrow peninsular’s dotted and furred with cypress and Mediterranean pinethe sculpture park we visited the first time I came here where all the dreams of a great empire sleep like lions... Continue Reading →
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