Monique unfolded the midnight blue Basildon Bond letter. The cursive calligraphy, in silver ink, from her mother’s warm, gracious hands. She had been instructed to read the letter to the friends, family and acquaintances who were here for her mother’s funeral. Between each page a beautiful watercolour, each with her mother’s nom deplume, the scorpion.Continue reading “Scorpion”

Let’s get the cliches out of the way …

They say… have you tried cannabis… I say ‘NO I HAVEN’T. Though .. Of course I have … IF I am to face, a dragon, a fierce , me eating DRAGON, as I do every three hours … I WANT TO BE FULLY ME…. WITH PD