Many thanks for joining us for Saturday's session (February 14th).
As Sharma noted, it was wonderful to spend time sharing our love for words. 🥰
Please feel free to share your feedback on the workshop here.
What was the most significant take-away for you? 👀😊
I'll post the slide presentation soon!
Greetings!
I'm still buzzing from our last Writers' Clinic Online session!
Callie Browning's presentation was so inspiring.
My take: "Self publishing may be time-consuming, hard work; however, when done right, it can be very rewarding."
I know what I'll be doing when I retire! 🤭😉😂
Callie has been kind enough to share the Key Takeaways from her session.
What a stimulating session!
Many thanks to Kerry Belgrave for, as always, so generously sharing his knowledge and inspiring Writers' Clinic participants.
And, of course, for sharing his slide presentation. (below)
Please feel free to share your appreciation.
Please, if you care to, post your workshop poems here.....
Your poem reminded me of my own mother, Nailah. In life, she was warm and soft and I loved her hugs. I love, love, love, the final line. I hope that you do in fact do something with these poems and look forward to other workshops.
Sharon-Rose, you poem is highly visual. I can see your mother in the church. It took me back to days of sitting upstairs in the Anglican church, looking down in the congregation to find people I knew. I picture you, like a little girl, searching anxiously to find your mother in that congregation on the TV screen. Love this piece.
Homework
Blackout
No light, no power, we stumble home
The night’s palette inky monochrome
Harpy Howling sounds rebound
From hungry hounds in distant towns
Toy Downtime
In the dying time of day
The children like misers count minutes left to play
Streetlights come on
And mothers call
Put away the bat and ball
Tired feet go in
First to eat
And then to sleep
Lunchtime
The clock inches towards twelve
The hallway sits in anticipation
Not too long now
Noisy welcome bell
Books slap shut
Classroom doors fly open
Mad stampede of feet
Chicken and chips headline the menu
Janet
The day start off quiet and good
Bajans suspect t’was another falsehood
But by three, the sky change
Putrid purples Gloom grays
It was something very strange
All of a sudden men moving fast
Them finally taking tings serious at last
De sheets and clothes all come off de line
The palin strap down wit strong rope and twine
Down at de harbour, the sea now start
Nasty giant waves want to rip de seawall apart
Nen in de doorway watching de elements collate
Arms folded, face set, Sphinx standing guard at her gate
De man on the radio talking nuff bout Janet as though she a new friend
Tight voice in me head telling dis romance going come to bad end
Mary Radix