Whenever the act of writing and I have periods of absence from one another, more often than not, we reacquaint through a stream of consciousness diary. Such is the nature of this post. I begin each day with a mug of fresh ginger tea. A small piece, sliced from the body root, spoon-peeled and coarsely… Continue reading Diary: 1st June, 2023.
Ciona Bhachu-Nankervis 