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Thanks so much for dropping by the blog. I wonder what attracted you here.  Was it the poetry? The photography? The memoir?  Reflections on parenting and peace? The discussions of writing? The interviews? Did we meet somewhere? Was it the philosophy?  Would love to know.

I am finally working on some individual books, and you may like to purchase them when they are ready.  More announcements on this soon.  As for how they are published, that is an unfolding journey shared here on the blog.

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I am in the middle of techno land learning about book trailers, ebooks, create space, lightning source, small presses, independent publishing and self publishing (are they the same thing?),independent author alliances and the traditional publishers of the genres I write in.  I am studying them to see if any would like the works I create.  I am learning about treaties between Australia and America that enable us to be taxed less when we sell our own books.  Maybe you are too?

I want to make sure these books are the best they can be content wise,  and if I independently produce the best they can be physically as well.

I am visiting writing groups (as I always have),  writing centres, and finding people to be critique buddies.  I’m forming relationships with potential editors and beta readers I can trust to be honest with me, but  who have faith in my writing voice. I’m entering writing competitions.

I try to visit as many blogs as I can, especially those that inspire, educate, trigger, connect and help me to keep on practicing writing, art and photography.

I love to interview creative people as well as you learn so much from each other in the process.

I do have to be careful not to get lost in cyberland and pay concentrated attention to doing writing and art, but part of writing and art is about connecting is it not?    Thanks so much for your follow, like, comment, inspiration and encouragement.

All the best with your creative journey and hope to see you back again.

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What’s in a Name?

pearlz:

More from Miranda.

Originally posted on Ripple Poetry:

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Photo – By June Perkins

The issue of names
would come up once again
when their child
still wriggled in the womb.

This unborn children
loved to kick to Opera.

She didn’t want to think about
the lost child
and had been avoiding opera lately.

But this man from the butterfly house
who she walked beside
what could his name be?

She had to read what his face said
open with dark eyes she couldn’t see into
but wanted to.

He was almost precisely her height
putting them on an equal footing.

He moved lightly
as she glided besides him.

What about names that went with
hers?

Could this be a test?

Could his name be Ferdinand?
What if his name was Caliban?

Could people really be matched by name
or astrology, or perhaps his name was something
to do with the birds he loved?

Peregrine?
Merlin?

It would be…

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Writing Empowerments: Ink from Ochre Extract

pearlz:

Over at Following the Crow Song, I am revisiting my PhD through sharing extracts, following up the interviews, and doing some new thinking.

Originally posted on Following the Crow Song:

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Ong argues that writing can “enrich the human psyche, enlarge the human spirit, intensify its interior life.” [1]  In other words writing can be moulded to fit those who use it, and can extend rather than diminish subjectivity and intersubjectivity.   Max Van Manen describes the power of writing:

Writing fixes thoughts on paper.  It externalises what in some senses is internal; it distances us from our immediate lived involvements with the things of our world.  As we stare at the paper, and stare at what we have written, our objectified thinking now stares back at us.  This writing creates the reflective cognitive stance …[2]

Writing has a paradoxical power that comes from its ability to objectify as ideas are placed onto paper, yet as it objectifies it subjectifies.  It can do this because writing can represent a dialogue with the self.   Even though many Indigenous women write in…

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Our First Walk

pearlz:

A third part of Miranda’s story,

Originally posted on Ripple Poetry:

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Rainbow on my Path – June Perkins

Our first walk
past the rainbow mosaics on the path
developed the beginning of
our short hand.

His short sentences about working as
a falconer
had me intrigued.

I had heard of this ancient art
but never before met a practitioner.

We could barely breathe words into the world
of our first meeting.

I didn’t know where his sentences
would end and he kept leaving me
wanting to know more

I would later discover he had a tendency to leave
them hanging …

like cliffhanger.

When I asked him his name
he countered me with a question.

What do you think it is?

Miranda discovers her true love is a falconer, but she still has to guess his name.

(c) June Perkins

What do you think Miranda’s true loves name should be?

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Meeting Love

pearlz:

Continuing Miranda’s story..

Originally posted on Ripple Poetry:

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Image – June Perkins

I met him at the butterfly house
in the zoo.

I remember butterflies
settling all around him
drawing attention to his presence.

He was so still.

A small girl, with a rainbow hat,
watched the scene
but she giggled and jumped
– the butterflies scattered.

Delighted at their flight
she grabbed her mother’s hand
and they moved on to follow the butterflies
further into the enclosure.

But my eyes could not;
they remained on the still man
who seemed to remain in a sublime moment.

He blinked and then
looked straight towards me.

I blushed
to be captured staring
which was not something
I normally did so indiscreetly.

A smile settled in his face
and he said ‘Whenever I come here I remember home.’
this was our opening .

I would usually have brushed such a greeting away
as I liked to keep to myself
when…

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Miranda’s Loss

pearlz:

I have created a series about a woman called Miranda. She has lost her child …

Originally posted on Ripple Poetry:

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June Perkins – Butterfly

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In my skin
there’s a butterfly
forever captured
dancing to the beat of my sweat.

It’s dedicated to
the memory of my lost child.

At the moment I keep my weight constant to
keep her memory alive.

But if another child should arrive
and make my skin stretch
maybe it will be time to let go
so the tattoo can mark my
journey back from grief.

Maybe then I’ll have a new tattoo to
celebrate the child I
am finally able to have
perhaps another butterfly.

Am I lost,
to mark out my grief deep into my skin?
To feel the tattooist working the picture into my skin
that is nothing compared to grief.

The pain of losing my
child’s heart beating
inside of me
is too much to bear so

I had to bury it in
the butterfly tattoo that
perches on my back.

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