The visitor said he too liked poetry, in particular that of Walt Whitman.
The borrowed book
Bus stop snapshots
About a month ago, I was waiting for a bus on my way home from a business trip to Braga, a city in the north of Portugal. My phone—which seems to have a brain and free will—decides that I do not have enough storage to take photos whenever I travel. This leads to the necessity... Continue Reading →
Sunday gleanings
Examples of fine writing style need to keep each other company.
Unnecessary notes
The at-a-glance approach was no longer the be-all and end-all of my raison d´être.
Copper cockerel
We were given little pots of molten wax to pour into all the furrows made with our stylus.
Index card
I always had something to fill that vacant state of mind brought about by having to stand in queues.
Seeds and Tools | Sementes e Ferramentas
For translators pursuing that all-important goal of honing their craft.
Piles of thatching
The minute I saw the swing seat, I thought at once of grass fences so common until about the 1970s in the country now known as Zimbabwe. You might think that is a curious association to make when faced with Christmas decoration in a Portuguese town square. Let me explain. In a land where the... Continue Reading →
Cherry
Janeishly has found her way back to writing again after a seemingly long absence. She has an advent calendar that ushered in a ritual of drinking a different flavour herb tea every evening and she has instituted writing prompts for those who care to join her. Chance would be a fine thing! We cannot get... Continue Reading →
Shifting spaces, new horizons
How my relationship with my two computer screens has altered within a few short months and shifts in how I relate to the information I consume every day.
That elusive pair of jeans 