| Never in a better ‘Now’ to stand and stare, prioritise, recalibrate. Don’t look back! heed Lot’s wife and the salty sting of memory.On the cliffs edge steady, find balance preparing to cast off, let go appraising what to jettison. The Fool on the hill Slough shells, |
| Mary Farrell, born in Northern Ireland, returned from France three years ago to live in Portstewart. Facilitator of Two North Coast of Ireland Writing Groups and sometime public storyteller, with poems published in the 2019 Bangor Literary Journal and the 2019/2020 CAP Literary Anthology ‘Vision’, and a trilogy of short stories completed, she is now enjoying the challenge of writing individual stories as well as poetry, and had a Flash Fiction piece published in Flash Fiction Magazine, April 2020. |