In the Bubble and the Squeak

Gathered Poems, Editorials, Songs & Reflections in no particular order... spanning a range of seasons over 35 years.Many of these have been birthed while walking through parks, down roads and even shopping centres.There is something about the act of walking that is not only good for the body and well-being, but somehow unlocks the connections between synapses and all the variable ways that memory might be held, and creativity generated.This is just a small representation of those things that have found a voice over time. It is not a comprehensive anthology.They have emerged from being: Washed in the Word Dried in desert windsSeasoned with the salt of tearsSoaked in the rain of laughter and,Harvested from the ripe fields of the wilderness.