getting accepted isn't really the point, I'm challenging myself to invite critical comment.
a voice on the radio, a headline, a quip from a colleague, a shade of green, I try and scribble it down
A poem, inspired by living with dementia By Kevin Bonfield A man that can no longer tell the time nor know which day will be coming next Opens the top of a carrier bag and shows us an alarm clock and a diary A man whose long and short term memory crackles and sometimes... Continue Reading →
ABOVE THE LINE a poem by Kevin Bonfield (part of my dementia inspired collection) Highlight, in bright pink, the chosen pictures And trace the words below. Smooth. Only, what's this? Something about dates Dates, what about dates, hang on, dates I remember them. I think. It has somehow changed, I wanted the chairs The ones... Continue Reading →