This was the house with the old kettle squatting short and fat on the rayburn, a singing throat gurgling to be lifted with care from the hot plate. Oil fire constant within arm’s reach. Shall we have another cup of tea?
I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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