by Lesley Graydon | Language, Life-Writing, Poetry, Women's Writing, Writing
Cyprinal Spreading Murmurs I am you but outside of you and here right here in front of you. You say this is all so very new to you Do I admit my newness? I wonder how caressing and touching and loving can be new I am a woman and that seems reason enough ...
by Lesley Graydon | Contemporary Literature, Fiction, Language, Life-Writing, Literature, Memoir, Poetry, Women's Writing, Writing
My son and I read a lot of books together. Most days “Dinosaurs and all that Rubbish,” by Michael Foreman, makes the cut. It’s a book about a capitalist man setting out to a distant star, and while Earth is vacated, the dinosaurs come back to life...
