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| OFF TO THE MAINLAND |
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| SPRING WIND You race through my doors whooping gleeful rush up and round and upside down, fiesty playful tugging at webs poking at dust racaous impatient big gusty laughs bursts of fresh air - my favourite house guest |
| from stop,step off also I thought, this way - no, a gentle leash, from where? so soft - often fear it gone, until I see I'm someplace else. I'm not alone we are - off again ... |
| Biography - sort of. I am the eldest of three daughters, and the family home was right on the beachfront of Pt Chevalier Beach, Auckland in New Zealand, until the year after my Father's death in 1982. I lived there until 1960 when I married at 20 and shifted to the North Shore. Six children, two failed marriages and five books brings me up to now 2007. Those are the bare facts. The fun that lies between those facts, is what biographies are made of. And what poems are about as well Quote by Henry Miller "One can't make a new heaven and earth with 'facts'. There are no 'facts' - there is only the fact that man, every man everywhere in the world, is on the way to ordination. Some men take the long route and some take the short route. Every man is working out his destiny in his own way and nobody can be of any help except by being kind, generous and patient.": |