Ellen Symons, Author

Writing Spaces

  • Rounds

    last night I ignored the full moon did not dance as she sang in rounds, stayed under the lamp watching flickering figures move in blue light, watching black words dance on a white page but this morning when I woke she was still there, hanging among the tallest branches waiting to say goodbye ~~~ Read more

  • Birds, frogs, grasses

    Birds, frogs, grasses: Sudden riot of song — Rain during drought. ~~~ Read more

  • Hot or cold

    I don’t want to post only my happy poems, but when I read I do not always want to be dragged into the muck of someone else’s fear without warning. Warning: This is my fear. Wear your tall boots. Love, Ellen ~~~ How does anyone sleep through global warming how did we sleep through the Read more

  • Rain planet

    Rain It came back to me today, as it has over the years: the story of the girl who did not see the sun. For me, it’s been the opposite. All we’ve had for two months has been sun. No rain. Not one drop. We’re heading into drought conditions. As the creeks dry up and Read more

  • Happy Camper

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  • ‘Barefoot’ running is saving my soles — Almonte Massage Therapy by Body Poets

    A report from the field… Read more

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