Dodo Au Go-Go

When the wind comes to you from a place of perfume and possibility, Caressing your face with promises, And

It's the last week of August 2015. Which also means it's the last week of winter 2015. In Australia, that is. There have been hints - little breaths and soft whispers - that spring has been stirring, stretching its arms, and beguiling winter out if its customary grumpy cold. Magic undercurrents of watermelon freshness have been dancing through the air, and now, the signs of spring are

I read something years ago about Anais Nin being part of a community of writers (including Henry Miller) who were getting paid  $1 a page to write, shall we say, 'explicit' stories for an anonymous, wealthy collector. You can find out more about the story itself easily enough, but the thing that really struck me and stayed with me, was that Nin was part of a group of writers who hung out together, worked in a collective and were trying to make a living through writing, creating.  How, I always wondered, did these writers all find each other? I mean, I assume that they were all hanging out at the same cafés or salons  or gatherings all the time, but still... How did they go from crossing paths to having and sharing a writing community and culture?

How a piece of micro-fiction that had no right to be anything more, grew up to become a published piece of flash-fiction - with my reflections on the writing process along the way. I received some wonderful news in June. A flash-fiction story I submitted for a special edition of the SirensCall ezine was accepted, and was published at the end of June. Oh, all right, all right. Since you insist, the link to SirensCall ezine issue is here: http://www.sirenscallpublications.com/pdfs/SirensCallEZine_June2015.pdf The most amazing thing about this story is how it happened.

Lilacs are my Mum's flower. Roses for my Grandma.  They say it runs in our family. Us women. We can talk to flowers. No, that's not right. Flowers talk to us. Not all flowers though. 

This is her favourite time of the day. When the sun has slipped gracefully to the other side of the world, the sky is blinking sleepily, and the clouds arch, stretch and get ready to tease their friends, the stars,by obscuring their view of the earth below. 

When autumn rolls out shorter days and cooling weather, the little Leaf Spirits of the Liquid Amber tree in the backyard awaken.