I see you…
Introducing a regular segment to my blog, which will cover news and opportunities for diverse peoples particularly in storytelling, poetry and across art forms, inspiration strength based projects, interviews and podcasts. It’s about seeing and recognising who is out there. As well as listening, sharing and caring!
My first post is dedicated to all the women out there, who feel like they have no voice, or no-one is listening. I haven’t forgotten you. This is my poem, I see you.
Poetry contributed here…
Story Factory is running this project.
This say, “This a very exciting multilingual public writing project and we want YOU to be a part of it!
In a Flash invites people to write flash fiction (very short stories – less than 100 words) in response to writing by emerging and established Australian authors.
Everyone who submits a story goes into the draw to win one of three $100 gift cards and a selection of writing will be published on our website!
All the prompts have been translated into Arabic, Vietnamese and Mandarin, and you can write in any of these languages or in English.
Story FACTORY
Follow the link below to view the prompts and submit your writing:https://www.storyfactory.org.au/…/in_a_flash-big-projects/
You can read some responses from well known Australian authors here:https://www.storyfactory.org.au/writing…/in-a-flash/
We can’t wait to read and share your stories.
Submissions are open until December 15, so get writing now…
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So I was thinking about non linear time, and how pain/history/trauma/ loss might continue to impact the present.
And then I thought also how joy or wisdom gained from the past might also inhabit and live with us in the present also and overcome all.
Thinking of some dear family and friends living with ongoing grief and trauma right now and inviting you to have at least one joyful moment return to your mind and spirit right now
Here’s a joyful moment, from my own that always lives with me, my youngest son (now much older) leaping and flying with joy as a country boy…
Ripple Poetry 