Jenny B.Is it too late?Is it ever too late to start, or to begin again? A poetic reflection on time-driven perspectives on life.Mar 10, 20212Mar 10, 20212
Jenny B.Bloody writingI often find it very hard to write or to like what I have written. This is so even though I only write about things that matter to me…Feb 24, 20212Feb 24, 20212
Jenny B.Death visited.Death visited. Unwelcome, uninvited as always. It is not romantic. It is ugly.Jan 20, 2021Jan 20, 2021
Jenny B.The other side of AliceHad a break. Back to writing my thinking and life. A poem on Alice in the here and now.Jan 14, 20212Jan 14, 20212
Jenny B.All the feeling has goneLong lifetimes together. A sad, regretful thing. Poetry.Sep 21, 20201Sep 21, 20201
Jenny B.BroFrom Wilcannia to Broken HillRoving along the road to the Australian Outback… it is mostly empty yet beautiful in its own very tough way.Sep 5, 2020Sep 5, 2020
Jenny B.It’s a Milky WayAnother poem inspired by Outback travel. There are no city lights to blind the skies or thoughts.Aug 27, 2020Aug 27, 2020
Jenny B.Break in the RoadOne of a series of poems and tales about a wandering through inner New South Wales. Packsaddle Roadhouse is a watering hole between Broken…Aug 24, 2020Aug 24, 2020
